[Tech N9ne:]
Them niggas were in each other's face like this, I thought they was gon' fuck, I don't know!
I'd rather be looking at a pussy like that like "Muah, muah, muah, muah, muah, muah, muah, muah!" Sorry and shit
Muah, muah, muah, muah
Muah, muah, muah, muah
Sorry and shit
[x4]
We go, that's why she want us in her throat
Don't bring her around us because we will get the vote
Cause money and the power get your honey in the shower
With this one he got it runny in her flower
When that whore see me rap
You won't be able to snatch your beezy back
It ain't no reason to act so sleazy cat
Music is some kind of aphrodisiac
You don't know she dreaming of having us in the sheets like
Loving that nigga that eat right, what you expect?
See, if you were Tech you would be pounding punani each night
If she bites, tell her to stop! Then we fight
Next minute, break up, then make up
That's what I call a peace pipe
My apologies, she wants Tech so she nollers me
Swallows me, on my rod is where your broad'll be
And your girl's a hella partying chick and she kiss it like
Muah, muah, muah
Sorry and shit
Muah, muah, muah, muah
Muah, muah, muah, muah
Sorry and shit
[x4]
We dope, that's why she want us in her throat
Don't bring her around us because we will get the vote
[Krizz Kaliko:]
Uh huh, 'em big ones huh?
So I dumps the pumps, her rump will hear that song and then she on my bumper
After the show, watch how these hoes get (ya, ya!)
Cuties trying to kick it like a concui
She just tryna' give me what I'm 'poda get
I'm sober as a gopher, poke her and then I'm over it
(Okay!) And I ain't slowing it down cause I got a goal to get
I know what your motive is, but you roll it 'fore the morning hit
(Okay!) I know she know just what a boner is
She phone the kids, she ain't coming home cause she on the dick
W-why you fighting 'round them areolas
Might be piping wives and them, like my rhymes reciting 'em
At the bar we can sit, drink and see how far we get
Me and the Donny Punani we already hit
(Sorry and shit) Okay!
[Tech N9ne:]
Muah, muah, muah, muah
Muah, muah, muah, muah
Sorry and shit
[x4]
[Krizz Kaliko:]
Aye! We're some dudes they want to hug
Want us in they throat cause we [?]
And give her what she missing at home
Feelin' K9 and she'll be alone
I see that snake and bat tat
Then I'm at that, wanna give us head
Around the map, you don't match that
Talkin' bout, she love me now
Now how hard it can get
And I can tell her now she hardly can sit, yeah, yeah!
[Tech N9ne:]
Muah, muah, muah, muah
Muah, muah, muah, muah
Sorry and shit
[x4]
Strangeulation Vol. II Cypher III lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Big Scoob & JL B. Hood)
[Tech N9ne:]
I'm proud to present this cypher to my technicians, cause this one has been a long time coming.
So I called on my big homie Big Scoob, and my lil' homie; JL B. Hood. Let's go
[Big Scoob:]
Yeah, aha, Big Fella
Back pushin' that trap shit to your tracklist
Tecca Nina's new package, Big Fella gon' snap bitch
Whip game, I'm magic, front flips, no backflips
Still eatin' old passed whips, looky here, these facts, bitch (yeah!)
Big Fella y'all know me man, show me, homie, I'm still the same
I'm a little older got a little colder, I'm still the soldier, I'm blowing flames
Time to get, what's happening blood?
This don't get it I'm acting up
Y'all ain’t wit it, then I'ma go get it and ship it in, in the back of the bus
Nah, I'm just fuckin' with it, bickin' back and having fun
Bullshit I'm having none, pussy niggas best hold their tongue
Flip a switch and I'm with the shit get to clapping clips and I'm banging drums
Ignorant with this ignant shit and my only wish is you come get some!
[JL of B. Hood:]
I told you bitches where the fuck I'm from
Showed you this is where the luck might run
Out for the doubt, what you do with yo mouth about to be part of the reason I come and bust my gun!
Finicky front wanna be just like them
Nigga's a bore, be hunted just like one
This no war nor kid time son
It's a warning, do nothing dumb
You can feel what it is when exposed to the G's
A real one exists this close to the lead
Get ahold of the disk you suppose to believe
The show is a trip and the flow's a disease
Coke gotta fizz, got zones of the trees
Never let 'em live, let alone let 'em breathe
Not a fuck I could give, like "fucks? What are these?"
Pros we official, the hoes Lebanese
Strange got the game in a guillotine choke
Language aimed seen finna be quo-
-Ted, know it ain't my enemy hope
Swank if you can't consider me dope
Ya skank wanna grope me and Joey Cool both
On the bull with a 7, no Tony Kukoč
Bitch check into whenever you post
They come out the wood works know whenever you close
You know what I'm yellin' know somebody better tell 'em
Hard head make a soft ass lemme get 'em
Up in art class was the only time you drew a weapon
Up the bar blur lines I'm a urban legend
No T.I. TMI but I'm fuckin' with protection
Paper work in red like I'm makin' a correction
Select what I said hope you makin' the connection
We come at a nigga head it come off him in a second
Me and Tech got high said we finna do work
Spat hot lava, finna shoot first
You expect not vibe I could only do church
If my nigga was alive I am in the booth hurt!
Know that I ride, while I tell 'em B. Hood
You would look odd in my neck of the woods
If I really wanna slide in your hoe I could
But I'm God with a double O, y'all know I'm good!
Step like I should!
[Tech N9ne:]
I steps like a real should
Papered but still hood, we whip it and feel good
Aye, we makin' your bitches feel good
Yanked it and still could, we whip it and feel good
[x2]
I'm proud to present this cypher to my technicians, cause this one has been a long time coming.
So I called on my big homie Big Scoob, and my lil' homie; JL B. Hood. Let's go
[Big Scoob:]
Yeah, aha, Big Fella
Back pushin' that trap shit to your tracklist
Tecca Nina's new package, Big Fella gon' snap bitch
Whip game, I'm magic, front flips, no backflips
Still eatin' old passed whips, looky here, these facts, bitch (yeah!)
Big Fella y'all know me man, show me, homie, I'm still the same
I'm a little older got a little colder, I'm still the soldier, I'm blowing flames
Time to get, what's happening blood?
This don't get it I'm acting up
Y'all ain’t wit it, then I'ma go get it and ship it in, in the back of the bus
Nah, I'm just fuckin' with it, bickin' back and having fun
Bullshit I'm having none, pussy niggas best hold their tongue
Flip a switch and I'm with the shit get to clapping clips and I'm banging drums
Ignorant with this ignant shit and my only wish is you come get some!
[JL of B. Hood:]
I told you bitches where the fuck I'm from
Showed you this is where the luck might run
Out for the doubt, what you do with yo mouth about to be part of the reason I come and bust my gun!
Finicky front wanna be just like them
Nigga's a bore, be hunted just like one
This no war nor kid time son
It's a warning, do nothing dumb
You can feel what it is when exposed to the G's
A real one exists this close to the lead
Get ahold of the disk you suppose to believe
The show is a trip and the flow's a disease
Coke gotta fizz, got zones of the trees
Never let 'em live, let alone let 'em breathe
Not a fuck I could give, like "fucks? What are these?"
Pros we official, the hoes Lebanese
Strange got the game in a guillotine choke
Language aimed seen finna be quo-
-Ted, know it ain't my enemy hope
Swank if you can't consider me dope
Ya skank wanna grope me and Joey Cool both
On the bull with a 7, no Tony Kukoč
Bitch check into whenever you post
They come out the wood works know whenever you close
You know what I'm yellin' know somebody better tell 'em
Hard head make a soft ass lemme get 'em
Up in art class was the only time you drew a weapon
Up the bar blur lines I'm a urban legend
No T.I. TMI but I'm fuckin' with protection
Paper work in red like I'm makin' a correction
Select what I said hope you makin' the connection
We come at a nigga head it come off him in a second
Me and Tech got high said we finna do work
Spat hot lava, finna shoot first
You expect not vibe I could only do church
If my nigga was alive I am in the booth hurt!
Know that I ride, while I tell 'em B. Hood
You would look odd in my neck of the woods
If I really wanna slide in your hoe I could
But I'm God with a double O, y'all know I'm good!
Step like I should!
[Tech N9ne:]
I steps like a real should
Papered but still hood, we whip it and feel good
Aye, we makin' your bitches feel good
Yanked it and still could, we whip it and feel good
[x2]
Fired lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Stevie Stone & Darrein Safron)
[Phone Message:]
(Next message)
Um, I'm sorry, but, did I do something to you that you are not answering my calls or returning my calls,
answering my texts, something, I mean how did you go from completely fine to you don't wanna talk at all?
I mean, come on, what's the problem? I need one thing done, it should not be that hard, you'd break your leg for everybody else
[Darrein Safron:]
I fired her, she want a blowjob back no throw back (no throw back)
You fuckin' the pictures in your Kodak photo jack (photo jackin')
She loco, she loco, she makin' it postal (postal)
She lookin' real bozo, she sayin' she missin' me all on the social
That is a no no
[Tech N9ne:]
When she was interviewed
She treated big Donnie like dinner food
Was listening to the Carter IV interlude
When she was done I was deflated like an inner tube
She was totally naked with tennis shoes
She looked up and said "did I win or lose?"
I said you's a winner not a beginner
Her name was Caitlyn, not Bruce Jenner dude
She took the sucking real serious
But that shit got older than Sirius
Too much of me made her a leery bitch
Trippin', especially the week of her period
That PMS did not make a nigga reinvest
In her eatin' that, if I kept her working a nigga be in debt
So you being X'ed ain't no seeing Tech
Before that shit she was a good worker
Really unique shaft and hood jerker
Simply by sucking a nigga would burst her
Into a vaginal ocean but the wood cursed her
She a sug thirster, sucking on my sugar stick
I'm telling you this stupid bitch could murder (a dick)
My security stopped the blood merger
Now she stood further (a bit)
She make my legs sway, thinkin 'bout how she would beg, A
Nigga usually payed when she said pay
My nigga she made some really good headway
She still be trying to segway in my bed, hey
My Jon'll jump
But I fired her even though she never had a bad head day
Donald Trump! (Fire that bitch!)
[Darrein Safron:]
I fired her, she want a blowjob back no throw back (no throw back)
You fuckin' the pictures in your Kodak photo jack (photo jackin')
She loco, she loco, she makin' it postal (postal)
She lookin' real bozo, she sayin' she missin' me all on the social
That is a no no (Donald Trump)
[x2]
[Stevie Stone:]
(Yo!) When I met her she was doubtable
She would run it back into receiver
She would drive a couple of hours to clean up the crib
Then fuck me then feed me the type a chick a nigga thought that he needed
She would cum right when she leaving
She love rolling me up the loud and talk real quiet when speaking
This shit was gravy though, kit and caboodle amazing though
Never minded the fellatio, got up on the town
Bad bitches come around, get a freebie daily though
Down the line try to play me bro, wrote down on my profiles
On the socials, got to tweeting out, bitch flipped out
So I flossed more, no more energy
I done sit the box of Frosty Mini Wheats
She replied, "your ass is offending me, almost spazzed now, Stone you killing me"
She's a bad bitch but she postal
Plus the penny, they seen the so cold show
She's a psycho bitch up on the social
Bitch I've been tryin' not to expose ya, losing my mind
Tell me how many times (how many times)
How many times I keep tellin' your ass quit hittin' my line
This motion's expired, and no need for any reply
This here is one of the reasons, one of the reasons your ass got fired
[Darrein Safron:]
I fired her, she want a blowjob back no throw back (no throw back)
You fuckin' the pictures in your Kodak photo jack (photo jackin')
She loco, she loco, she makin' it postal (postal)
She lookin' real bozo, she sayin' she missin' me all on the social
That is a no no (Donald Trump)
[x2]
Real With Yourself lyrics -Tech N9ne (performed by Darrein Safron) (feat. Tech N9ne)
[Darrein Safron:]
Pull up, I be stuntin' keep it quiet, not public
Turn your phone off, he ain't calling, I does this
Get your body drippin', stop playin', I know what to do, oh, yeah
Baby I don't play no games when I'm in it
I go deep, so deep, girl, I'm swimming
He don't love you like I do, he don't keep it real with you
Fuck him!
Bet you he don't do it like I do
Catch him outside riding I shoot "pop, pop, pop!"
Girl, come back to the crib
To the bedroom, baby, I shoot "pop, pop, pop!"
Girl, you know where it's at
Keep it real, girl, he don't deserve you
He not in love with you
Girl, I'm in love with you
Tats all on your body, won't you get undressed, ooh yeah
Let my charm go down until there's nothing left, ooh yeah
Come from Saint Louis, they know 'bout my city
Lick up on the candy shop like I'm fifty
Look your girl, she went on ride like I'm Jigga
She wanna cuff me then cops gonna get me
You and me in a fantasy, off in Venice, oh so sexually
He don't love you like I do
[Tech N9ne:]
Aye, aye listen here, little nigga
I know what you doing with my woman when I ain't with her
Keep on wolfin', I'm a hit you with the chrome in ya iron liver
Give it a moment you'll be floating, ya folks'll be crying rivers
Who are ya thinking put her together, me
No matter who's punching we will forever
B-L-double-O-D, so roguely, how you dissing, don't know me
Hoe chose me, and I think it's funny you think she your trophy
What's up, MO, dirty
Fucking with the real you get hit with the 30-30
Not because you gets the wet, miss the Tech
Gotta make you hit the deck, cause of disrespect
Now who you gonna run to?
When in the pack of a gun dumper
Some thunder, will be coming when I confront ya
Some want ya, cause ya flashy they come hunt ya
And you don't even know I sent her to you, dumb youngster!
[Darrein Safron:]
Bet you he don't do it like I do
Catch him outside riding I shoot "pop, pop, pop!"
Girl, come back to the crib
To the bedroom, baby, I shoot "pop, pop, pop!"
Girl, you know where it's at
Keep it real, girl, he don't deserve you
He not in love with you
Girl, I'm in love with you
So chop it for real, one when you shoot (Keep it real with yourself) [x4]
Baby, stop playing, girl you know I do you right
Go ahead and dim the lights, paparazzi lights flashing every night
Maserati swerve, swerve, swerve on your curves
What's the word, word, word?
If he wants beef let me know how you want it served
From Saint Louis, we just live like it is a purge
Uh, I ain't scared of nobody, I got them guns in the lobby
No one can stop me, hit everybody
I promise I'll do it for you, only you
Leave his body with holes, with I-V tools
It's getting tight, lubricant, don’t know why I
Do this shit, roll down that window tint and see that barrel spit
I swear, I, God if he want it I'm rushing with pistols busting
I leave his body in public, and drop it for getting nothing! (Gah!)
(You all mine, oh, oh!)
Bet you he don't do it like I do
Catch him outside riding I shoot "pop, pop, pop!"
Girl, come back to the crib
To the bedroom, baby, I shoot "pop, pop, pop!"
Girl, you know where it's at
Keep it real, girl, he don't deserve you
He not in love with you
Girl, I'm in love with you
So chop it for real, one when you shoot (Keep it real with yourself) [x5]
Pull up, I be stuntin' keep it quiet, not public
Turn your phone off, he ain't calling, I does this
Get your body drippin', stop playin', I know what to do, oh, yeah
Baby I don't play no games when I'm in it
I go deep, so deep, girl, I'm swimming
He don't love you like I do, he don't keep it real with you
Fuck him!
Bet you he don't do it like I do
Catch him outside riding I shoot "pop, pop, pop!"
Girl, come back to the crib
To the bedroom, baby, I shoot "pop, pop, pop!"
Girl, you know where it's at
Keep it real, girl, he don't deserve you
He not in love with you
Girl, I'm in love with you
Tats all on your body, won't you get undressed, ooh yeah
Let my charm go down until there's nothing left, ooh yeah
Come from Saint Louis, they know 'bout my city
Lick up on the candy shop like I'm fifty
Look your girl, she went on ride like I'm Jigga
She wanna cuff me then cops gonna get me
You and me in a fantasy, off in Venice, oh so sexually
He don't love you like I do
[Tech N9ne:]
Aye, aye listen here, little nigga
I know what you doing with my woman when I ain't with her
Keep on wolfin', I'm a hit you with the chrome in ya iron liver
Give it a moment you'll be floating, ya folks'll be crying rivers
Who are ya thinking put her together, me
No matter who's punching we will forever
B-L-double-O-D, so roguely, how you dissing, don't know me
Hoe chose me, and I think it's funny you think she your trophy
What's up, MO, dirty
Fucking with the real you get hit with the 30-30
Not because you gets the wet, miss the Tech
Gotta make you hit the deck, cause of disrespect
Now who you gonna run to?
When in the pack of a gun dumper
Some thunder, will be coming when I confront ya
Some want ya, cause ya flashy they come hunt ya
And you don't even know I sent her to you, dumb youngster!
[Darrein Safron:]
Bet you he don't do it like I do
Catch him outside riding I shoot "pop, pop, pop!"
Girl, come back to the crib
To the bedroom, baby, I shoot "pop, pop, pop!"
Girl, you know where it's at
Keep it real, girl, he don't deserve you
He not in love with you
Girl, I'm in love with you
So chop it for real, one when you shoot (Keep it real with yourself) [x4]
Baby, stop playing, girl you know I do you right
Go ahead and dim the lights, paparazzi lights flashing every night
Maserati swerve, swerve, swerve on your curves
What's the word, word, word?
If he wants beef let me know how you want it served
From Saint Louis, we just live like it is a purge
Uh, I ain't scared of nobody, I got them guns in the lobby
No one can stop me, hit everybody
I promise I'll do it for you, only you
Leave his body with holes, with I-V tools
It's getting tight, lubricant, don’t know why I
Do this shit, roll down that window tint and see that barrel spit
I swear, I, God if he want it I'm rushing with pistols busting
I leave his body in public, and drop it for getting nothing! (Gah!)
(You all mine, oh, oh!)
Bet you he don't do it like I do
Catch him outside riding I shoot "pop, pop, pop!"
Girl, come back to the crib
To the bedroom, baby, I shoot "pop, pop, pop!"
Girl, you know where it's at
Keep it real, girl, he don't deserve you
He not in love with you
Girl, I'm in love with you
So chop it for real, one when you shoot (Keep it real with yourself) [x5]
Chilly Rub lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Stevie Stone & Godemis)
[Tech N9ne (Woman):]
Take off your shirt and your bra
(Okay) Lay on the bed on your stomach
(Hmm, okay)
Okay, I'm gonna straddle you now, okay?
(Alright)
I'm gonna place my palms up.
Then I'm gonna place the tips of my fingernails at the top of your left and right shoulders, and I'm gonna swirl down your back
(Hmm)
[Tech N9ne:]
Now you're bout to feel the chill bumps
I'mma do this to you 'til lunch
You're the lunch that I'm talking bout
More chilly pimples popping out
Yes I'm giving you a chilly rub
Ain't it feeling beautiful you're loving what the milli does
Just a little minute longer with the rubbing it is nothing
You'll be begging me to hit you with the Billy Club
I'mma do it to it
'Til you got to release that fluid spew it
Tape it let her friend who never knew it, view it
Did you hella proper, now you it, do it
Yeah she running like a relay
Meaning she quick when it hits D Day
Like 180 on the freeway
You ain't gotta worry bout a thing nigga she lay
Chilly rubbing'll get you hot as an oven
Whether you drinking or drugging
It get you ready for loving
After you grub on the muffin
You gonna be shoving the stuffin'
Nigga you beating and busting like a percussion
Nigga it's on if she take off her top
Shivering's making her get the Riot Maker to pop
Shake her a lot
You really like her and want to ding her? Well
Palms up down her back with the tip of your fingernails
[Tech N9ne (Krizz Kaliko):]
Chilly rub (Uh huh!)
Call me when he leave I won't come 'til he duck (Uh huh!)
Need the stimulation I'm the illy plug (Hey!)
And you know I got that drink and I got the silly bud (Uh huh!)
And I know you want that (chilly rub!)
Watch me do it (chilly rub!)
All into it (chilly rub!)
You know what the chilly does (Uh huh!)
I know you like this touchy-feely thug (Hey!)
And every time we link you think it's really love
From this chilly rub
[Stevie Stone:]
When she's all alone on a late night
She on a belly, face down showing all cat
Get to rubbing on the body and she moanin'
Get to screaming like Stevie whatcha call that?
I told her, baby wait a minute just fall back
I made the cookie on the lady she applaud that
And got the foreplay feeling fengshui
All gas baby tell 'em over haul that
And I be digging real good in the morning
Text to your girls that booty fire
She'll be reminiscing thinking that she love me
Forgetting every nigga that she been with prior
What is it? (Make her feel this way)
What is it? (Tell her climb on me)
What is it? (Let her ride that weed)
Baby had a very long D
I told her she could get it in time if she ready
She wanted stimulation and I'm trying to break the levy
I got her face down ass up on her belly
I'm tugging on her hair make her breathing all heavy
She fuck me with the plug so the plug put the pipe down
'Fore them other niggas pussy on strike now
She got a creme de la creme nigga tight now
Said she want it right now, came in a night gown
Chilly rub
[Tech N9ne (Krizz Kaliko):]
Chilly rubs (Uh huh!)
Call me when he leave I won't come 'til he duck (Uh huh!)
Need the stimulation I'm the illy plug (Hey!)
You know I got that drink and I got the silly bud (Uh huh!)
I know you want that (chilly rub!)
Watch me do it (chilly rub!)
All into it (chilly rub!)
You know what the chilly does (Uh huh!)
I know you like this touchy-feely thug (Hey!)
And every time we link you think it's really love
From this chilly rub
[Godemis:]
Now what the fuck is the drillbit? I'm wavy
I'm still wetter to fill up what y'all gave me
If I had a controller could y'all play me?
Cause I'm hella rain but ain't chilling with y'all lately
Me and them hood rats been on ten
She give me the green life and sin going in
If I apply pressure then the rules gon' bend
Consensual fornicating fucking with grown men
And everyone of y'all ready to be wet up
I'm on another level I ain't ever gonna let up
My homegirl rolling got to help her keep her head up
And know I got her MO trying to get her out her get up
I get up, she get on and we on some other shit
And she know what I'm on it's beyond she loving it
And she don't need that top or bottom
Unbutton it, I slap it, I flip it, I blast it
I'm rubbing it and when I'm up in it
She wetter than a T-2
No I don't need another player just me and you
I'm going off at the offence, D-2
And made a top flight nigga like meet you
You got a man but his plans just really dull
Hear what I'm saying roll out that's really bud
I'm finna ground getting pounded pretty much
Chick you're finna come and get this chilly rub
[Tech N9ne (Krizz Kaliko):]
Chilly rubs (Uh huh!)
Call me when he leave I won't come 'til he duck (Uh huh!)
Need the stimulation I'm the illy plug (Hey!)
You know I got that drink and I got the silly bud (Uh huh!)
I know you want that (chilly rub!)
Watch me do it (chilly rub!)
All into it (chilly rub!)
You know what the chilly does (Uh huh!)
I know you like this touchy feely thug (Hey!)
And every time we link you think it's really love
From this chilly rub
Take off your shirt and your bra
(Okay) Lay on the bed on your stomach
(Hmm, okay)
Okay, I'm gonna straddle you now, okay?
(Alright)
I'm gonna place my palms up.
Then I'm gonna place the tips of my fingernails at the top of your left and right shoulders, and I'm gonna swirl down your back
(Hmm)
[Tech N9ne:]
Now you're bout to feel the chill bumps
I'mma do this to you 'til lunch
You're the lunch that I'm talking bout
More chilly pimples popping out
Yes I'm giving you a chilly rub
Ain't it feeling beautiful you're loving what the milli does
Just a little minute longer with the rubbing it is nothing
You'll be begging me to hit you with the Billy Club
I'mma do it to it
'Til you got to release that fluid spew it
Tape it let her friend who never knew it, view it
Did you hella proper, now you it, do it
Yeah she running like a relay
Meaning she quick when it hits D Day
Like 180 on the freeway
You ain't gotta worry bout a thing nigga she lay
Chilly rubbing'll get you hot as an oven
Whether you drinking or drugging
It get you ready for loving
After you grub on the muffin
You gonna be shoving the stuffin'
Nigga you beating and busting like a percussion
Nigga it's on if she take off her top
Shivering's making her get the Riot Maker to pop
Shake her a lot
You really like her and want to ding her? Well
Palms up down her back with the tip of your fingernails
[Tech N9ne (Krizz Kaliko):]
Chilly rub (Uh huh!)
Call me when he leave I won't come 'til he duck (Uh huh!)
Need the stimulation I'm the illy plug (Hey!)
And you know I got that drink and I got the silly bud (Uh huh!)
And I know you want that (chilly rub!)
Watch me do it (chilly rub!)
All into it (chilly rub!)
You know what the chilly does (Uh huh!)
I know you like this touchy-feely thug (Hey!)
And every time we link you think it's really love
From this chilly rub
[Stevie Stone:]
When she's all alone on a late night
She on a belly, face down showing all cat
Get to rubbing on the body and she moanin'
Get to screaming like Stevie whatcha call that?
I told her, baby wait a minute just fall back
I made the cookie on the lady she applaud that
And got the foreplay feeling fengshui
All gas baby tell 'em over haul that
And I be digging real good in the morning
Text to your girls that booty fire
She'll be reminiscing thinking that she love me
Forgetting every nigga that she been with prior
What is it? (Make her feel this way)
What is it? (Tell her climb on me)
What is it? (Let her ride that weed)
Baby had a very long D
I told her she could get it in time if she ready
She wanted stimulation and I'm trying to break the levy
I got her face down ass up on her belly
I'm tugging on her hair make her breathing all heavy
She fuck me with the plug so the plug put the pipe down
'Fore them other niggas pussy on strike now
She got a creme de la creme nigga tight now
Said she want it right now, came in a night gown
Chilly rub
[Tech N9ne (Krizz Kaliko):]
Chilly rubs (Uh huh!)
Call me when he leave I won't come 'til he duck (Uh huh!)
Need the stimulation I'm the illy plug (Hey!)
You know I got that drink and I got the silly bud (Uh huh!)
I know you want that (chilly rub!)
Watch me do it (chilly rub!)
All into it (chilly rub!)
You know what the chilly does (Uh huh!)
I know you like this touchy-feely thug (Hey!)
And every time we link you think it's really love
From this chilly rub
[Godemis:]
Now what the fuck is the drillbit? I'm wavy
I'm still wetter to fill up what y'all gave me
If I had a controller could y'all play me?
Cause I'm hella rain but ain't chilling with y'all lately
Me and them hood rats been on ten
She give me the green life and sin going in
If I apply pressure then the rules gon' bend
Consensual fornicating fucking with grown men
And everyone of y'all ready to be wet up
I'm on another level I ain't ever gonna let up
My homegirl rolling got to help her keep her head up
And know I got her MO trying to get her out her get up
I get up, she get on and we on some other shit
And she know what I'm on it's beyond she loving it
And she don't need that top or bottom
Unbutton it, I slap it, I flip it, I blast it
I'm rubbing it and when I'm up in it
She wetter than a T-2
No I don't need another player just me and you
I'm going off at the offence, D-2
And made a top flight nigga like meet you
You got a man but his plans just really dull
Hear what I'm saying roll out that's really bud
I'm finna ground getting pounded pretty much
Chick you're finna come and get this chilly rub
[Tech N9ne (Krizz Kaliko):]
Chilly rubs (Uh huh!)
Call me when he leave I won't come 'til he duck (Uh huh!)
Need the stimulation I'm the illy plug (Hey!)
You know I got that drink and I got the silly bud (Uh huh!)
I know you want that (chilly rub!)
Watch me do it (chilly rub!)
All into it (chilly rub!)
You know what the chilly does (Uh huh!)
I know you like this touchy feely thug (Hey!)
And every time we link you think it's really love
From this chilly rub
Strangeulation Vol. II Cypher IV lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Krizz Kaliko, Rittz & Prozak)
[Tech N9ne:]
So you know you got to go when Tech N9ne hand you this track
So I call on Krizz, Rittz and Prozak, let's go!
[Krizz Kaliko:]
(Here we go again! Haha! Hey Tech, watch this!)
Kali baby, I guess I'm back at it again
Lemme laugh at 'em again
Cause they know I write the back out of a pen
Holy moly get going nobody hold 'em is what they told 'em
And poda-be motor yodeling sick-and ain't gettin over it
Sick at the lip and watch 'em clown, look at 'em clown, clown
Loving to tickle 'em I be licking 'em down give 'em the crown
Look at the ground when you approaching the regal Beagle
And people don't be equal and when they (or saying) it's fecal
Betta (give it up), put 'em in the blender
Surrender it like you (had enough)
Never no-contender pretending like to (ready-to-buck)
Ninja turtle dinner to a splinter, I don't (give a fuck)
Ah-ha, (it goes up)
Killin nigga's like the coppers
And rappers on my thing-a-ma-bobber
Come to chopping I'm the home of the whopper
Your girly bopping I don't think I can stop her
So dope that it made her wanna gimme a slobber
(They remember you) when you stop and you pop
(Every syllable) Bow down to a nigga that's (better than you)
And he thinking he can just come and just speak at him really rude
Ah-ha, eat the nigga food
I'll knock the stuffing out ya muffin, fucking knucklehead
Never did it wrong cause you singing the song all in your head
Lead off, I beat the beat up and go
Run a nigga feet off and chew 'em like a piece of pilaf
Shitting on niggas an leave the seat off, then re-tweet off
Social media this to beat off to
Damn, they think we lost cause when we get off a look at themselves saying we awful
Cause it's more than bread that we wanting
Me and Nina keeping 'em jumping
And we won't stop till we get to the top
You in the way then we Midwest chop ya!
[Rittz:]
Shit, never could do right in school, I just choose to cruise by
The principal told me I’ma loser, the dude’s right
All I did as a kid was shoot dice, I’m too white
Cause I’m excused, my future never was too bright
But who would’ve knew I’d be lucky enough to get a record deal
And pursue my musical tube site not once, but two times
I murder shit, a repeat offender with the biggest independent, salute N9ne
If they bussin' I'mma take this rappin' shit to a new height
Too tight like Drake's bike jacket, my crew like
A pack of wild wolves, bout to howl at the moonlight
You wanna come at us? God bless, gesundheit
You a pussy, you might lose a fight with a bull dyke
And I already give you a fuse strike, a few of mine
Kinda swole with this [?] face base lay a bullseye
And you like (ooh ah)
And I ain't quitting 'till I got a crib in Malibu sitting poolside
I'm chilling sipping Crown a coke bag
I say what I'm thinking, never been known to hold back
I'm pimpin' 'em steadily, putting hoes on Prozak
Blow got me looking like my nose is snow capped
Under the scopes, steady getting groped and poked at
Then those that oppose that wanna do-si-do
Per rope-a-dope and get your K-O with toe tag
At five ten you can see my 'fro from rows back
Fake friends hanging on my coast below Tech
Hate the term 'no homo' but I'm sick
Of bending over, getting fucked for the dough I don't have
Oh snap, forgot it was a chopper song
This is what you want to hear, I guess I better do a study how I execute it, therapeautic
Don't compare me, some of these rappers got a bigger pussy than the Octomom
And yo, ya-uh-yeah!
[Prozak:]
Thinkin' about takin' it to another level
I'm from another realm like an angel falling from heaven
(I fell) To the Earth, the purpose of resurrection
I'm coming through your speakers like demonic possession
(And hell's bells) Don't be afraid of mythology
Deep inside my brain is a wicked psychology
Ancient revelation intertwine with technology
Alien biology, you know that I gotta be (Strange!)
Damn right, and I'm proud to be
Biggest independent label, check the biography
We taking over the industry without an apology
Burning all the bridges, tell me who wanna follow me
I'm sick with the sickness and spit with the quickness, so vicious with every bar (bar)
So best to be leaving me lonely, psychotic and mentally scarred (scarred)
And I don't really wanna be the one to tell you but I will if you don't get it by now
Our strangers are angels, and able to seal the game, you lames better bow down (bow down)
You need to recognize a miracle inside the lyrical, we're killing all these shows now
Started from the bottom, now we got the people showing up in line and upping every time
Takin' it to another planet and stratosphere
Circle like a satellite on top of this atmosphere
Snake and bat the symbol of the future, don't interfere
You don't really wanna be the one we make disappear
And this flow is hypnotic, it's class A narcotics, you pop out the bottle
Prescribed by psychologists, go for psychotic shit
Prozak and Kaliko, Rittz (Midwest Chopper shit)
[Skyler Brown & Kelsee Pietz:]
Baby, you up?
Yeah, let's do it
So you know you got to go when Tech N9ne hand you this track
So I call on Krizz, Rittz and Prozak, let's go!
[Krizz Kaliko:]
(Here we go again! Haha! Hey Tech, watch this!)
Kali baby, I guess I'm back at it again
Lemme laugh at 'em again
Cause they know I write the back out of a pen
Holy moly get going nobody hold 'em is what they told 'em
And poda-be motor yodeling sick-and ain't gettin over it
Sick at the lip and watch 'em clown, look at 'em clown, clown
Loving to tickle 'em I be licking 'em down give 'em the crown
Look at the ground when you approaching the regal Beagle
And people don't be equal and when they (or saying) it's fecal
Betta (give it up), put 'em in the blender
Surrender it like you (had enough)
Never no-contender pretending like to (ready-to-buck)
Ninja turtle dinner to a splinter, I don't (give a fuck)
Ah-ha, (it goes up)
Killin nigga's like the coppers
And rappers on my thing-a-ma-bobber
Come to chopping I'm the home of the whopper
Your girly bopping I don't think I can stop her
So dope that it made her wanna gimme a slobber
(They remember you) when you stop and you pop
(Every syllable) Bow down to a nigga that's (better than you)
And he thinking he can just come and just speak at him really rude
Ah-ha, eat the nigga food
I'll knock the stuffing out ya muffin, fucking knucklehead
Never did it wrong cause you singing the song all in your head
Lead off, I beat the beat up and go
Run a nigga feet off and chew 'em like a piece of pilaf
Shitting on niggas an leave the seat off, then re-tweet off
Social media this to beat off to
Damn, they think we lost cause when we get off a look at themselves saying we awful
Cause it's more than bread that we wanting
Me and Nina keeping 'em jumping
And we won't stop till we get to the top
You in the way then we Midwest chop ya!
[Rittz:]
Shit, never could do right in school, I just choose to cruise by
The principal told me I’ma loser, the dude’s right
All I did as a kid was shoot dice, I’m too white
Cause I’m excused, my future never was too bright
But who would’ve knew I’d be lucky enough to get a record deal
And pursue my musical tube site not once, but two times
I murder shit, a repeat offender with the biggest independent, salute N9ne
If they bussin' I'mma take this rappin' shit to a new height
Too tight like Drake's bike jacket, my crew like
A pack of wild wolves, bout to howl at the moonlight
You wanna come at us? God bless, gesundheit
You a pussy, you might lose a fight with a bull dyke
And I already give you a fuse strike, a few of mine
Kinda swole with this [?] face base lay a bullseye
And you like (ooh ah)
And I ain't quitting 'till I got a crib in Malibu sitting poolside
I'm chilling sipping Crown a coke bag
I say what I'm thinking, never been known to hold back
I'm pimpin' 'em steadily, putting hoes on Prozak
Blow got me looking like my nose is snow capped
Under the scopes, steady getting groped and poked at
Then those that oppose that wanna do-si-do
Per rope-a-dope and get your K-O with toe tag
At five ten you can see my 'fro from rows back
Fake friends hanging on my coast below Tech
Hate the term 'no homo' but I'm sick
Of bending over, getting fucked for the dough I don't have
Oh snap, forgot it was a chopper song
This is what you want to hear, I guess I better do a study how I execute it, therapeautic
Don't compare me, some of these rappers got a bigger pussy than the Octomom
And yo, ya-uh-yeah!
[Prozak:]
Thinkin' about takin' it to another level
I'm from another realm like an angel falling from heaven
(I fell) To the Earth, the purpose of resurrection
I'm coming through your speakers like demonic possession
(And hell's bells) Don't be afraid of mythology
Deep inside my brain is a wicked psychology
Ancient revelation intertwine with technology
Alien biology, you know that I gotta be (Strange!)
Damn right, and I'm proud to be
Biggest independent label, check the biography
We taking over the industry without an apology
Burning all the bridges, tell me who wanna follow me
I'm sick with the sickness and spit with the quickness, so vicious with every bar (bar)
So best to be leaving me lonely, psychotic and mentally scarred (scarred)
And I don't really wanna be the one to tell you but I will if you don't get it by now
Our strangers are angels, and able to seal the game, you lames better bow down (bow down)
You need to recognize a miracle inside the lyrical, we're killing all these shows now
Started from the bottom, now we got the people showing up in line and upping every time
Takin' it to another planet and stratosphere
Circle like a satellite on top of this atmosphere
Snake and bat the symbol of the future, don't interfere
You don't really wanna be the one we make disappear
And this flow is hypnotic, it's class A narcotics, you pop out the bottle
Prescribed by psychologists, go for psychotic shit
Prozak and Kaliko, Rittz (Midwest Chopper shit)
[Skyler Brown & Kelsee Pietz:]
Baby, you up?
Yeah, let's do it
Wake And Bake lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Krizz Kaliko & ¡Mayday!)
[Gianni Ca$h:]
Uh-huh, okay, light it!
[Tech N9ne:]
Wake up in the morning, hit the porch and puff a doobie
Wake and baking got me coughing up a lugie
Make a quick by most and now I'm feeling kinda groovy
Got to find that chick that got the biggest booty
But she got to have the facial features of Karrueche
Easy sex, she got the diamonds in the coochie
Get me girls to gift to guys to grip and give them Gucci
Living lavish, looking loving lot of Luchi
Got to give a shout out to my other mother Ruby
That's because she's always been an angel to me
Plus I wanna give one to my O.G. brother Scoobie
Packed the bus that would make a sucky nigga woozy
Loving leaf and liquor ever since I was a juvie
Now I need another, no, I'm not a newbie
Smoking reefer with the darker nigga from the Luniz
Piece of hotter head is stuck off in her booties
Got them vape toys
That creates joy
Such a great choice
Wake and bake, boy
[Krizz Kaliko:]
(Wake and bake!)
When I get up, I gotta keep the lit up, my nigga!
(Wake and bake!)
Puffiing on the loud, we gon' make the clouds, nigga!
(Wake and bake!)
Gotta get up, I gotta keep the lit up, my nigga!
(Wake and bake!)
Oh no, no, no, no, KC! I got the "oh" weed, ah!
[Bernz:]
Open up my eyes and need some roaches for my breakfast
Don't know where I am cause lately I been living reckless
Dig 'em out the ashtray, smoke it 'till I'm breathless
Soaking up the eyes and tryna focus on my next shit
Toking on that lion 'till I'm spotting the dimensions
Fuck a GPS, ride two too high, they get resumption
I been on a mission, just to get us all that necklace
Hitting every city with the motherfucking vengeance
Maybe it's an access, maybe it's expected
Maybe you can blame it on material possessions
When I'm getting high it's when I tell you my direction
But if it's up to me I'd rather lie and give y'all guessing
Every single morning I'm just smoking on my blessings
Mix a little coffee with my cannabis and exit
I know it's infectious, a spiritual connection
I get when I wake up and turn into the smoking session
[Tech N9ne:]
Got them vape toys
That creates joy
Such a great choice
Wake and bake, boy
[Krizz Kaliko:]
(Wake and bake!)
When I get up, I gotta keep the lit up, my nigga!
(Wake and bake!)
Puffing on the loud, we gon' make the clouds, nigga!
(Wake and bake!)
When I get up, I gotta keep the lit up, my nigga!
(Wake and bake!)
Oh no, no, no, don't see! I got the "oh" weed!
[Wrekonize:]
Waking up, I'm baking blunts, I'm going, somebody stop me
I fly my definitions higher than Hitachi
Last night I was drinking, got my thinking kinda choppy
My girl came over knocking, calling out for papi
Fly as Nicaragua and dressed in Louie and Versace
I bent her over and I fried her like hibachi
Feeling high and cocky, balling out like Bachi
She brought a friend who had a tight end, Jeremy Shockey
Matter fact, the volcano was loaded up and locky
Vaporized the weed and dropping treats like we were Rocky
All the brothers bringing over trees was kinda sloppy
But ¡Mayday! packing pens, got your friends acting like zombies
Naga told me Nazis, die and hard to proxy
But fuck a middleman, you know that Joanie only Chachi's
Rappers's butts are pressing us to snooze, bitch, watch me
Wake and bake and take it to the face like paparazzi
[Tech N9ne:]
Got them vape toys
That creates joy
Such a great choice
Wake and bake, boy
[Krizz Kaliko:]
(Wake and bake!)
When I get up, I gotta keep the lit up, my nigga!
(Wake and bake!)
Puffing on the loud, we gon' make the clouds, nigga!
(Wake and bake!)
I said I gotta get up, I gotta keep the lit up, my nigga!
(Wake and bake!)
Oh no, no, no, no, don't see! I got the "oh" weed, my nigga!
Uh-huh, okay, light it!
[Tech N9ne:]
Wake up in the morning, hit the porch and puff a doobie
Wake and baking got me coughing up a lugie
Make a quick by most and now I'm feeling kinda groovy
Got to find that chick that got the biggest booty
But she got to have the facial features of Karrueche
Easy sex, she got the diamonds in the coochie
Get me girls to gift to guys to grip and give them Gucci
Living lavish, looking loving lot of Luchi
Got to give a shout out to my other mother Ruby
That's because she's always been an angel to me
Plus I wanna give one to my O.G. brother Scoobie
Packed the bus that would make a sucky nigga woozy
Loving leaf and liquor ever since I was a juvie
Now I need another, no, I'm not a newbie
Smoking reefer with the darker nigga from the Luniz
Piece of hotter head is stuck off in her booties
Got them vape toys
That creates joy
Such a great choice
Wake and bake, boy
[Krizz Kaliko:]
(Wake and bake!)
When I get up, I gotta keep the lit up, my nigga!
(Wake and bake!)
Puffiing on the loud, we gon' make the clouds, nigga!
(Wake and bake!)
Gotta get up, I gotta keep the lit up, my nigga!
(Wake and bake!)
Oh no, no, no, no, KC! I got the "oh" weed, ah!
[Bernz:]
Open up my eyes and need some roaches for my breakfast
Don't know where I am cause lately I been living reckless
Dig 'em out the ashtray, smoke it 'till I'm breathless
Soaking up the eyes and tryna focus on my next shit
Toking on that lion 'till I'm spotting the dimensions
Fuck a GPS, ride two too high, they get resumption
I been on a mission, just to get us all that necklace
Hitting every city with the motherfucking vengeance
Maybe it's an access, maybe it's expected
Maybe you can blame it on material possessions
When I'm getting high it's when I tell you my direction
But if it's up to me I'd rather lie and give y'all guessing
Every single morning I'm just smoking on my blessings
Mix a little coffee with my cannabis and exit
I know it's infectious, a spiritual connection
I get when I wake up and turn into the smoking session
[Tech N9ne:]
Got them vape toys
That creates joy
Such a great choice
Wake and bake, boy
[Krizz Kaliko:]
(Wake and bake!)
When I get up, I gotta keep the lit up, my nigga!
(Wake and bake!)
Puffing on the loud, we gon' make the clouds, nigga!
(Wake and bake!)
When I get up, I gotta keep the lit up, my nigga!
(Wake and bake!)
Oh no, no, no, don't see! I got the "oh" weed!
[Wrekonize:]
Waking up, I'm baking blunts, I'm going, somebody stop me
I fly my definitions higher than Hitachi
Last night I was drinking, got my thinking kinda choppy
My girl came over knocking, calling out for papi
Fly as Nicaragua and dressed in Louie and Versace
I bent her over and I fried her like hibachi
Feeling high and cocky, balling out like Bachi
She brought a friend who had a tight end, Jeremy Shockey
Matter fact, the volcano was loaded up and locky
Vaporized the weed and dropping treats like we were Rocky
All the brothers bringing over trees was kinda sloppy
But ¡Mayday! packing pens, got your friends acting like zombies
Naga told me Nazis, die and hard to proxy
But fuck a middleman, you know that Joanie only Chachi's
Rappers's butts are pressing us to snooze, bitch, watch me
Wake and bake and take it to the face like paparazzi
[Tech N9ne:]
Got them vape toys
That creates joy
Such a great choice
Wake and bake, boy
[Krizz Kaliko:]
(Wake and bake!)
When I get up, I gotta keep the lit up, my nigga!
(Wake and bake!)
Puffing on the loud, we gon' make the clouds, nigga!
(Wake and bake!)
I said I gotta get up, I gotta keep the lit up, my nigga!
(Wake and bake!)
Oh no, no, no, no, don't see! I got the "oh" weed, my nigga!
Message To MURS (Skit) lyrics - Tech N9ne
Murs, I know you don't smoke weed, but I'ma get you high today, hahaha,
I'm about to send you this song called "Blunt And A Ho", it's you, me and Ubi.
I want you to talk about all your problems you've had in the past all the way up to now or whatever,
it's probably just what you going through right now, when you hear my verse you'll know what I'm talking about,
and you in your verse, fuck it, I got a, uh, "check it out, I got a blunt, and a ho,"
you know what I'm saying, it's fucking beautiful, man, I hope you like it.
I hope you can, uh, feel it, and uh, hit me when you hear it, cause it's coming to you right now.
Let me know, just talk about all your problems, you'll hear all my shit,
I'm talking about the IRS took all my money and everything, and I just end it,
you know when I "So check it out, I got a blunt, and a ho," that makes everything better,
you know what I mean? So, yes, alright, and I'm gonna Tech N9ne!
I'm about to send you this song called "Blunt And A Ho", it's you, me and Ubi.
I want you to talk about all your problems you've had in the past all the way up to now or whatever,
it's probably just what you going through right now, when you hear my verse you'll know what I'm talking about,
and you in your verse, fuck it, I got a, uh, "check it out, I got a blunt, and a ho,"
you know what I'm saying, it's fucking beautiful, man, I hope you like it.
I hope you can, uh, feel it, and uh, hit me when you hear it, cause it's coming to you right now.
Let me know, just talk about all your problems, you'll hear all my shit,
I'm talking about the IRS took all my money and everything, and I just end it,
you know when I "So check it out, I got a blunt, and a ho," that makes everything better,
you know what I mean? So, yes, alright, and I'm gonna Tech N9ne!
Blunt And A Ho lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. MURS & Ubiquitous)
[Tech N9ne:]
IRS took all my money, I was a stupid kid
Cause I didn't pay taxes when shit was lucrative
So I had to start over, good thing I shoot the shit
Off enough to not take me away to do big bits
So I say that to say that I'm straight building
But it really hurts when the government take millions
Since I was shady had two ladies to make children
The same time when they do college you break scrillion
So you think of doing the shit that be un-earthly
To be sure your daughter stay steady and up in Berkley
Money be the problem, but other things be here to curse me
Hurt my girl so much she now doing the shit to hurt me
Wifey cheated after I did and skeeted
My life is a Red Hot Chilli Pepper I eat it
Like I'm Anthony Kiedis, I'm heated
So, just like a man, I resort to my penis
So check it out
I got a blunt (And a ho)
I ain't about to spend my whole day stuck in the funk
So I'm about to get drunk (And a ho)
Sitting right on top of me with that incredible rump
So check it out
[x2]
[Murs:]
I used to have this festival called "Paid Dues"
But I never fully got paid, dude (Really?)
The IRS thought they think I did
And now they after the kid, shit
And I'm the only one in my household that go to work
Ain't getting no pussy, so now I gotta jerk
Feeling like a jerk and that ain't ever gonna work
Playing positive, but ain't getting none of the perks
What to do when your IG popping off?
Snapchat got the gym rat panties dropping off
Saying all she want is this dick, whether it hard or soft
Closest I been to pussy is fish sticks and tartar sauce
And I ain't tryna be no martyr boss
Fucked around and she done pissed Nick Carter off
This nigga Tech got me high and now I finally got a good alibi
So check it out, I got a...
[Tech N9ne:]
I got a blunt (And a ho)
I ain't about to spend my whole day stuck in the funk
So I'm about to get drunk (And a ho)
Sitting right on top of me with that incredible rump
So check it out
[x2]
[Ubiquitous:]
I got a chick out of town always giving me stuff
She stay mad as a fuck cause I don't visit enough
So she calls me to cuss
I don't know what it was, but, uh, something that I does got 'em falling in love
So we on the phone beefing and she crying to me
Like "U-B-I, you be fly, but you be lying to me"
True, she dying to see where I was and what happened
Studying social media, she trying to catch him
Bad bitch caught him off guard with the condom off
Let her hit, now my dick feel like it falling off
Sperm went and shot 'em off burning like a Molotov
Word to my mama, I'm disturbed by a lot of broads
That's word to mother, son, I cut her off
Baby, she make me cum a lot, but it come at a cost
I got a girl I love, and I lost, we'll never reconcile
She played me like a pawn for the record
So check it out, I got a...
[Tech N9ne:]
I got a blunt (And a ho)
I ain't about to spend my whole day stuck in the funk
So I'm about to get drunk (And a ho)
Sitting right on top of me with that incredible rump
So check it out
[x2]
[Murs:]
Oh, man (Ah, shit)
Boss man, boss man
I told you I don't smoke man, you know I don't do that shit
Ay, y'all hear that?
Is that my phone? Hold up
Hello? Hey baby, uh, nah, hold on
Ay, y'all do I sound high?
Fuck! Y'all gon' get me a divorce, man
God damn it
Hold on, baby, I'll call you right back
IRS took all my money, I was a stupid kid
Cause I didn't pay taxes when shit was lucrative
So I had to start over, good thing I shoot the shit
Off enough to not take me away to do big bits
So I say that to say that I'm straight building
But it really hurts when the government take millions
Since I was shady had two ladies to make children
The same time when they do college you break scrillion
So you think of doing the shit that be un-earthly
To be sure your daughter stay steady and up in Berkley
Money be the problem, but other things be here to curse me
Hurt my girl so much she now doing the shit to hurt me
Wifey cheated after I did and skeeted
My life is a Red Hot Chilli Pepper I eat it
Like I'm Anthony Kiedis, I'm heated
So, just like a man, I resort to my penis
So check it out
I got a blunt (And a ho)
I ain't about to spend my whole day stuck in the funk
So I'm about to get drunk (And a ho)
Sitting right on top of me with that incredible rump
So check it out
[x2]
[Murs:]
I used to have this festival called "Paid Dues"
But I never fully got paid, dude (Really?)
The IRS thought they think I did
And now they after the kid, shit
And I'm the only one in my household that go to work
Ain't getting no pussy, so now I gotta jerk
Feeling like a jerk and that ain't ever gonna work
Playing positive, but ain't getting none of the perks
What to do when your IG popping off?
Snapchat got the gym rat panties dropping off
Saying all she want is this dick, whether it hard or soft
Closest I been to pussy is fish sticks and tartar sauce
And I ain't tryna be no martyr boss
Fucked around and she done pissed Nick Carter off
This nigga Tech got me high and now I finally got a good alibi
So check it out, I got a...
[Tech N9ne:]
I got a blunt (And a ho)
I ain't about to spend my whole day stuck in the funk
So I'm about to get drunk (And a ho)
Sitting right on top of me with that incredible rump
So check it out
[x2]
[Ubiquitous:]
I got a chick out of town always giving me stuff
She stay mad as a fuck cause I don't visit enough
So she calls me to cuss
I don't know what it was, but, uh, something that I does got 'em falling in love
So we on the phone beefing and she crying to me
Like "U-B-I, you be fly, but you be lying to me"
True, she dying to see where I was and what happened
Studying social media, she trying to catch him
Bad bitch caught him off guard with the condom off
Let her hit, now my dick feel like it falling off
Sperm went and shot 'em off burning like a Molotov
Word to my mama, I'm disturbed by a lot of broads
That's word to mother, son, I cut her off
Baby, she make me cum a lot, but it come at a cost
I got a girl I love, and I lost, we'll never reconcile
She played me like a pawn for the record
So check it out, I got a...
[Tech N9ne:]
I got a blunt (And a ho)
I ain't about to spend my whole day stuck in the funk
So I'm about to get drunk (And a ho)
Sitting right on top of me with that incredible rump
So check it out
[x2]
[Murs:]
Oh, man (Ah, shit)
Boss man, boss man
I told you I don't smoke man, you know I don't do that shit
Ay, y'all hear that?
Is that my phone? Hold up
Hello? Hey baby, uh, nah, hold on
Ay, y'all do I sound high?
Fuck! Y'all gon' get me a divorce, man
God damn it
Hold on, baby, I'll call you right back
Strangeulation Vol. II Cypher V lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. MURS, Wrekonize & Bernz)
[Tech N9ne & Murs:]
Mursday, kill 'em
Yeah, technicians, mercenaries, believers, strangers, let's go
[Murs:]
Provadil, thirteen-hundredth block
Where you from? From my hood, I took a hundred shots
Got my chain up on sunset in front of all the stars
Gio, NONMS, Plex, Wrek and Bernz, it’s like it’s all of ours
Said I need my own parade
Fuck it, give me hand grenades
Watch me make a suicide salad out a rap ballad
For the love of the kill, I kill for the love
I'm murderin' this track and you won't see no blood
Cause I got my Dodger blue on
They ask what squad are you on
Strange gang nigga, 'till I'm stiff with a suit on
Disrespect the clique, and oh, you know they ain't got far to go
That's when I grab em by the neck, hit 'em with that RKO
Outta nowhere, I'm on my viper shit
Might just have to resurrect the dead and bring back Piper's pit
Cause' we about to teach the industry a strange lesson
Just when they think they found the answer, we change the question
[Bernz:]
Dirty boots, heavy eyes, hot summer, watch 'em fry
Like inside my backpack, headed towards the other side
I don't give a fuck I'll let y'all take a glimpse inside my mind
Enter at your own risk though, be careful what you find
I'm a grimy despot, tyranny on my desktop
Ruling over the rulers with nothin' less than the best pot
Enemies take they best shots, outta range in my sweatshop
Turn a page on my rage and you know there's pain in my hip-hop
I'm Marty McFly, and these bitches just ain't from the future
Their music is tired, rewire your fucking computers
Got fuel and fire but quiet is all in the shooters
I feel like a tutor giving lessons to children enthusers
Strangeulation, bitch, don't let me start losing my patience
And burn 'em down if ain't it Strange in your radio station
I’m yelling ¡MAYDAY!, in front of the judge and all the plaintiffs
I don't give a fuck, man, I lost my mind and that's just contagious
[Wrekonize:]
From beneath the stars, Wrek is the definition of underrated
Gotta walk with a pop, cause the heat that we drop has been so understated
Give me my props, or get left behind with no horse and saddle
We bringing hitters to Strange, figures the verse is agile
We got some Jack in the bag, and we stacking the fact that you can't get it cracking
Don't need a half a mil to battle, taking anybody's challenge
So if you want it then hop on board and just keep your balance
Cause Strange will have you feeling 'bout as fly as Richie Valens
Bitch ass, my cyphers known to cut you quick, fast
Get a whiplash from the big gash that I be leaving on ya, making all the kids laugh
And I be dropping bars like all stars, check the car card
On ya'll to drop bombs off when I'm hauled off against pawn stars
Guess that's what happens when you let the tweakers come for all the bacon
Ya’ll, my son’s brand new feature ‘Wrekonize The Force Awakens’
If you need a lesson, I’ll be blessing ya’ll for the duration
¡MAYDAY!, Murs, to make it hurt, you’re now feeling the Strangeulation
Mursday, kill 'em
Yeah, technicians, mercenaries, believers, strangers, let's go
[Murs:]
Provadil, thirteen-hundredth block
Where you from? From my hood, I took a hundred shots
Got my chain up on sunset in front of all the stars
Gio, NONMS, Plex, Wrek and Bernz, it’s like it’s all of ours
Said I need my own parade
Fuck it, give me hand grenades
Watch me make a suicide salad out a rap ballad
For the love of the kill, I kill for the love
I'm murderin' this track and you won't see no blood
Cause I got my Dodger blue on
They ask what squad are you on
Strange gang nigga, 'till I'm stiff with a suit on
Disrespect the clique, and oh, you know they ain't got far to go
That's when I grab em by the neck, hit 'em with that RKO
Outta nowhere, I'm on my viper shit
Might just have to resurrect the dead and bring back Piper's pit
Cause' we about to teach the industry a strange lesson
Just when they think they found the answer, we change the question
[Bernz:]
Dirty boots, heavy eyes, hot summer, watch 'em fry
Like inside my backpack, headed towards the other side
I don't give a fuck I'll let y'all take a glimpse inside my mind
Enter at your own risk though, be careful what you find
I'm a grimy despot, tyranny on my desktop
Ruling over the rulers with nothin' less than the best pot
Enemies take they best shots, outta range in my sweatshop
Turn a page on my rage and you know there's pain in my hip-hop
I'm Marty McFly, and these bitches just ain't from the future
Their music is tired, rewire your fucking computers
Got fuel and fire but quiet is all in the shooters
I feel like a tutor giving lessons to children enthusers
Strangeulation, bitch, don't let me start losing my patience
And burn 'em down if ain't it Strange in your radio station
I’m yelling ¡MAYDAY!, in front of the judge and all the plaintiffs
I don't give a fuck, man, I lost my mind and that's just contagious
[Wrekonize:]
From beneath the stars, Wrek is the definition of underrated
Gotta walk with a pop, cause the heat that we drop has been so understated
Give me my props, or get left behind with no horse and saddle
We bringing hitters to Strange, figures the verse is agile
We got some Jack in the bag, and we stacking the fact that you can't get it cracking
Don't need a half a mil to battle, taking anybody's challenge
So if you want it then hop on board and just keep your balance
Cause Strange will have you feeling 'bout as fly as Richie Valens
Bitch ass, my cyphers known to cut you quick, fast
Get a whiplash from the big gash that I be leaving on ya, making all the kids laugh
And I be dropping bars like all stars, check the car card
On ya'll to drop bombs off when I'm hauled off against pawn stars
Guess that's what happens when you let the tweakers come for all the bacon
Ya’ll, my son’s brand new feature ‘Wrekonize The Force Awakens’
If you need a lesson, I’ll be blessing ya’ll for the duration
¡MAYDAY!, Murs, to make it hurt, you’re now feeling the Strangeulation
Actin Like You Know lyrics - Tech N9ne (with Mackenzie O'Guin)
[Mackenzie O'Guin:]
I know I walk a line
On the edge all the time
Waitin' for the next fight (Waitin' for the next fight)
Walk it off casually
You can call it apathy
I'll never lose faith for you to see (I'll never lose faith)
I don't forgive and forget when the wounds run deep
I need you far less than you need me
You're actin' like you know me when you really don't know
Every sinner casts out the very first stone
Actin' like you know what we're really all about
Think before you open up your mouth
You're actin' like you know
I think you need to learn your place
Talkin' bout how I was raised
Can't taint the blood in my veins (Can't taint the blood)
You don't get the world I'm in
Don't know the extremes I've lived
Strange is all I have in me at end (Have in me)
I don't forgive and forget when the wounds run deep
I need you far less than you need me
You're actin' like you know me when you really don't know
Every sinnner casts out the very first stone
Actin' like you know what we're really all about
Think before you open up your mouth
You're actin' like you know
[Tech N9ne:]
How you gon', come talk about
Pointin' at me wit' ya number one out
Tellin' me I'm the worst like I'm some kind of a curse
But really not knowing me, you're taking the dumb route
It's always the people with skeletons
Who be hella shaky like gelatin
Doin' a lot of embellishin', wishin' I fell and then
Damned me to Hell again
If you're in a glass house
Might not wanna lash out
End up with a smashed couch
All because of your bad mouth
Judgin' me, you don't need to, that's the job that G-O-D do
Everybody is steady pickin' that reads you cause you see-through
[Mackenzie O'Guin:]
You're actin' like you know me when you really don't know
Every sinnner casts out the very first stone
Actin' like you know what we're really all about
Think before you open up your mouth
You're actin' like you know
[x2]
I know I walk a line
On the edge all the time
Waitin' for the next fight (Waitin' for the next fight)
Walk it off casually
You can call it apathy
I'll never lose faith for you to see (I'll never lose faith)
I don't forgive and forget when the wounds run deep
I need you far less than you need me
You're actin' like you know me when you really don't know
Every sinner casts out the very first stone
Actin' like you know what we're really all about
Think before you open up your mouth
You're actin' like you know
I think you need to learn your place
Talkin' bout how I was raised
Can't taint the blood in my veins (Can't taint the blood)
You don't get the world I'm in
Don't know the extremes I've lived
Strange is all I have in me at end (Have in me)
I don't forgive and forget when the wounds run deep
I need you far less than you need me
You're actin' like you know me when you really don't know
Every sinnner casts out the very first stone
Actin' like you know what we're really all about
Think before you open up your mouth
You're actin' like you know
[Tech N9ne:]
How you gon', come talk about
Pointin' at me wit' ya number one out
Tellin' me I'm the worst like I'm some kind of a curse
But really not knowing me, you're taking the dumb route
It's always the people with skeletons
Who be hella shaky like gelatin
Doin' a lot of embellishin', wishin' I fell and then
Damned me to Hell again
If you're in a glass house
Might not wanna lash out
End up with a smashed couch
All because of your bad mouth
Judgin' me, you don't need to, that's the job that G-O-D do
Everybody is steady pickin' that reads you cause you see-through
[Mackenzie O'Guin:]
You're actin' like you know me when you really don't know
Every sinnner casts out the very first stone
Actin' like you know what we're really all about
Think before you open up your mouth
You're actin' like you know
[x2]
Torrid lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Tyler Lyon)
[Tyler Lyon:]
Your light, casting back the dark night
Even faster than we, could fly
Hotter than the sun before me
[Tech N9ne:]
I been burnin' in my own hell for the duration
Of escapin' this place and it swept across the nation
That place is pain and tribulation
Instead of wastin' this achin', I give it awakening motivation
Yeah, I burn so you won't have to
I rap through fire flame you wouldn't wanna adapt to
This trying is totally tough, Tech is turbulent
I further vent to the masses who are watching on this obscure event
[Tyler Lyon:]
Your light, casting back the dark night
Even faster than we, could fly
Hotter than the sun before me
Feel as the fire consumes you through
Know that it's scorchin' just for you
Burnin' the way that you want it to
Only the torrid make it through
[Tech N9ne:]
My pain lessens theirs because it puts who they put on a pedestal on a level playing field with them
I go through hell and I share it with you
Arid quick to cleanse me and get the merits you care to issue
A therapist who sweared to get you through a crisis
Soon as I write this, you invite this terror to view
So much death around me, stress to drown me
You get the sound we invest checks to crown me
The frown free, but no matter how loaded, I'm down D
Double E-P in amidst of a mess, N9ne is tougher than bounty
Torrid
[Tyler Lyon:]
Your light, casting back the dark night
Even faster than we, could fly
Hotter than the sun before me
Feel as the fire consumes you through
Know that it's scorchin' just for you
Burnin' the way that you want it to
Only the torrid make it through
[Tech N9ne:]
Why is it me that gotta be the light source
Through my darkness, I created a bright force
The book told me, "Behold a white horse"
But I didn't fear the death, I'd just report it, I am your life's torch
The pain shows and fame grows
Angel Heart and Evil Brain chose insane flows
To try to control the direction the flame goes
It aims low, then it build up and the thing blow
I don't know why it's the darkness that they desire y'all
Hotter than mixing 151 with grain and fireball
But that emotion made my entire empire ball
I guess I was a chosen one so God gave me this dire call
[Tyler Lyon:]
Make divide between you and the confined
Escape tonight (Escape tonight, I'm alive)
[x2]
Your light, casting back the dark night
Even faster than we, could fly
Hotter than the sun before me
[Tech N9ne:]
I been burnin' in my own hell for the duration
Of escapin' this place and it swept across the nation
That place is pain and tribulation
Instead of wastin' this achin', I give it awakening motivation
Yeah, I burn so you won't have to
I rap through fire flame you wouldn't wanna adapt to
This trying is totally tough, Tech is turbulent
I further vent to the masses who are watching on this obscure event
[Tyler Lyon:]
Your light, casting back the dark night
Even faster than we, could fly
Hotter than the sun before me
Feel as the fire consumes you through
Know that it's scorchin' just for you
Burnin' the way that you want it to
Only the torrid make it through
[Tech N9ne:]
My pain lessens theirs because it puts who they put on a pedestal on a level playing field with them
I go through hell and I share it with you
Arid quick to cleanse me and get the merits you care to issue
A therapist who sweared to get you through a crisis
Soon as I write this, you invite this terror to view
So much death around me, stress to drown me
You get the sound we invest checks to crown me
The frown free, but no matter how loaded, I'm down D
Double E-P in amidst of a mess, N9ne is tougher than bounty
Torrid
[Tyler Lyon:]
Your light, casting back the dark night
Even faster than we, could fly
Hotter than the sun before me
Feel as the fire consumes you through
Know that it's scorchin' just for you
Burnin' the way that you want it to
Only the torrid make it through
[Tech N9ne:]
Why is it me that gotta be the light source
Through my darkness, I created a bright force
The book told me, "Behold a white horse"
But I didn't fear the death, I'd just report it, I am your life's torch
The pain shows and fame grows
Angel Heart and Evil Brain chose insane flows
To try to control the direction the flame goes
It aims low, then it build up and the thing blow
I don't know why it's the darkness that they desire y'all
Hotter than mixing 151 with grain and fireball
But that emotion made my entire empire ball
I guess I was a chosen one so God gave me this dire call
[Tyler Lyon:]
Make divide between you and the confined
Escape tonight (Escape tonight, I'm alive)
[x2]
Strange (Outro) lyrics - Tech N9ne
[Krizz Kaliko:]
Strange Music! [x4]
[J.L. of B. Hood:]
Repping, can't act as if it wasn't true
The fact is it just had to happen
Crept into the back and hacked into the stu-
-Dio session and I slay what Seven sent me
They gon' have to let me through
Let 'em react like this is something new
What you think, I don't do this shit for Zoo?
Overdo this and my whole city wanna see
Others look at me like, "Oh, he's the one, is he?"
Bitches hit me up like, "You need some company"
I could be at 'em like two to three once a week
Come up and at it and ain't nothing fucking free
Assumptively it's time to up the fee
Momma questioning what I would grow up to be
Tryna get in and got everything but the key
Hard work and dedication, nigga
Hear the passion in my conversation with ya
Put the hate away and come and take this picture
Think it's safe to say, it's what the faith will get ya
Sippin' sake, share the celebration with ya
Pick who sit beside me play no babysitter
Sick as ever, make a way to get to where the money is
I'm able Jay da table fixer
Been impatient taking sedatives
Ever since I been chopping up these messages
Always been light years ahead of this
Ready for fucking bread is where my fetish is
I know that enough it never is
And because of what I wrote I'm where the letter header is
Brotherhood forever my brother forever missed
Never let a bitch discredit what I said it is
DIBKIS, nigga!
Strange Music! [x4]
[J.L. of B. Hood:]
Repping, can't act as if it wasn't true
The fact is it just had to happen
Crept into the back and hacked into the stu-
-Dio session and I slay what Seven sent me
They gon' have to let me through
Let 'em react like this is something new
What you think, I don't do this shit for Zoo?
Overdo this and my whole city wanna see
Others look at me like, "Oh, he's the one, is he?"
Bitches hit me up like, "You need some company"
I could be at 'em like two to three once a week
Come up and at it and ain't nothing fucking free
Assumptively it's time to up the fee
Momma questioning what I would grow up to be
Tryna get in and got everything but the key
Hard work and dedication, nigga
Hear the passion in my conversation with ya
Put the hate away and come and take this picture
Think it's safe to say, it's what the faith will get ya
Sippin' sake, share the celebration with ya
Pick who sit beside me play no babysitter
Sick as ever, make a way to get to where the money is
I'm able Jay da table fixer
Been impatient taking sedatives
Ever since I been chopping up these messages
Always been light years ahead of this
Ready for fucking bread is where my fetish is
I know that enough it never is
And because of what I wrote I'm where the letter header is
Brotherhood forever my brother forever missed
Never let a bitch discredit what I said it is
DIBKIS, nigga!
The Procedure (Intro) lyrics - Tech N9ne
[Heartbeat Monitor]
I'm going to take a look at the right frontal lobe
I'll open the skull here
[Drill Noise]
I'm going to take a look at the right frontal lobe
I'll open the skull here
[Drill Noise]
Aw Yeah? (interVENTion) lyrics - Tech N9ne
Domine... [4x]
Question for the the maker…and it's…aw yeah?
This the way it's supposed to be huh? Alright
Sippin'
On a glass of red wine
Right before bedtime thinkin'
Everybody down here trippin'
If you up there
Upstairs
This is Nina tellin' you to listen
The vision I'm givin' everyday
Life is dumpin' on us like a pigeon
I get many enemies with this Forbes list
But I get rid of energy from piss poor pricks
Can I get to heaven all I get is threatened
Every time I get more chips
Gotta grip four fifths
For the sick forces I gotta fight
All of the night with cops, Crips
Bloods with sore fists
And them Nazi’s wanna hem Hadji
Up it ain’t too many men godly
Hideous so many cities bust in
Ferguson to Libya, Benghazi
Human equality never been a level playin' field
Man it been wobbly
So many circles of sin rob me
That’s why we go angel to grim Cosby’s!
Yellin' this to my superior
Degrading of love is inferior
Upon this earth a lot of people jerked around about 300,000 to Syria
Are you serious?
I could never think of burying my children p-p-period
Nigeria, I'mma yell while I'm walking through this hell cause I'm furious!
Zuse know what's up, he said you got to pack a toy
But why you gotta let the bodies dropping at a coffee shop in Aussie (Aussie, Oi Oi Oi)
But around here, loving coco's the bomb
Meanwhile so many people are taken out by the hands of Boko Haram
Aw yeah?!
They gotta suffer the penalty cause of our education
Nobody wanna say nothing but I gotta call it abomination
Pissed off thinkin' what this cost
What these babies blood drippin' for?
So I say in Latin, listen Lord!
AUDIRE DOMINE! (AUDIRE DOMINE)
AUDIRE DOMINE! (AUDIRE DOMINE)
Only way people are gonna be able to kill off a demon is
Pick up a gun and be ready to put it between him
My nigga be screamin'
AUDIRE DOMINE! (AUDIRE DOMINE)
No fear the only way
Every day flatten the beast
At least Anonymous is hacking for peace
And yet we gotta bust cause we packing a piece
Choke not another one of us for the snappin' police
Who the hell a brother gonna trust when it's always dishonor
Hate me like Obama
And I ain't even got around to askin' you the question God
What about my, mama!?
Question for the the maker…and it's…aw yeah?
This the way it's supposed to be huh? Alright
Sippin'
On a glass of red wine
Right before bedtime thinkin'
Everybody down here trippin'
If you up there
Upstairs
This is Nina tellin' you to listen
The vision I'm givin' everyday
Life is dumpin' on us like a pigeon
I get many enemies with this Forbes list
But I get rid of energy from piss poor pricks
Can I get to heaven all I get is threatened
Every time I get more chips
Gotta grip four fifths
For the sick forces I gotta fight
All of the night with cops, Crips
Bloods with sore fists
And them Nazi’s wanna hem Hadji
Up it ain’t too many men godly
Hideous so many cities bust in
Ferguson to Libya, Benghazi
Human equality never been a level playin' field
Man it been wobbly
So many circles of sin rob me
That’s why we go angel to grim Cosby’s!
Yellin' this to my superior
Degrading of love is inferior
Upon this earth a lot of people jerked around about 300,000 to Syria
Are you serious?
I could never think of burying my children p-p-period
Nigeria, I'mma yell while I'm walking through this hell cause I'm furious!
Zuse know what's up, he said you got to pack a toy
But why you gotta let the bodies dropping at a coffee shop in Aussie (Aussie, Oi Oi Oi)
But around here, loving coco's the bomb
Meanwhile so many people are taken out by the hands of Boko Haram
Aw yeah?!
They gotta suffer the penalty cause of our education
Nobody wanna say nothing but I gotta call it abomination
Pissed off thinkin' what this cost
What these babies blood drippin' for?
So I say in Latin, listen Lord!
AUDIRE DOMINE! (AUDIRE DOMINE)
AUDIRE DOMINE! (AUDIRE DOMINE)
Only way people are gonna be able to kill off a demon is
Pick up a gun and be ready to put it between him
My nigga be screamin'
AUDIRE DOMINE! (AUDIRE DOMINE)
No fear the only way
Every day flatten the beast
At least Anonymous is hacking for peace
And yet we gotta bust cause we packing a piece
Choke not another one of us for the snappin' police
Who the hell a brother gonna trust when it's always dishonor
Hate me like Obama
And I ain't even got around to askin' you the question God
What about my, mama!?
Lacrimosa lyrics - Tech N9ne
[Hook:]
Lacrimosa
Tis is all so serious
Come, Holy Spirit
Stay with me always
Somehow my true love
The tears on my face
[Verse 1 - Tech N9ne:]
Now-now-now-now people cussing and bussing
They get nothing but in the ground when they blown out
Oh wow, tell me how he got the stubborn, he tough and
He was young with a grown mouth
Zoned out cause my mother is gone, how
Simply would he send me with the alone route
Going out, to the studio hitting the Don Julio
My duty go if I'm moody yo, get up and get the song out
My angel fades, then came more rage
And even though Strange still pays, something inside of me saying it ain't yo days
My religion, walking away
My prediction, lost in the gray
I'm thinkin' the holy spirit don't really wanna hear it
So people who givin' me evil, they all finna pay
Anybody really want it, I'm a get dirty when a demon is my opponent
Feeling froggy any moment, know you will never be the owner because I'm on it
Losing mama, really did it, demons really gonna get it
I'm looking for the light, I'm asking you open and losing all of my inner good and the hope with it
[Hook:]
Lacrimosa (Inside I'm weeping)
Tis is all so serious (Constantly seeking)
Come Holy Spirit
Stay with me always
Somehow my true love
The tears on my face
[Verse 2 - Tech N9ne:]
I don't wanna hear no punk say 'Weirdo'
If you ain't in my circle, then you're not even near, bro
Here go the fear though, getting Makzilla and my killas in the villa to make a racket in your ear go
(Blam-blam-blam-blam)
That is severe mode, bodies I'm not even with the jolly
My tears go down-my-face, yeah
But I'm switching the gears, yo
Got on the plane to Colorado, I go to hit the Summer Jam, then momma tomorrow
Thinking the Lord will give me time while I'm in 'Vado
To say I love her before the Bible go hollow
(Gone-gone-gone-gone)
My show was sorrow, needed a little bit of mo' time to borrow
(My-time's- up)
Man, steady talking to God, so I don't - get it
Thought I was special enough for God to be with it
By giving me another day with my mother, but I missed it
But rocking with Denver said in her name, I'm a rip this
(Done-done-done-done)
This ain't no way to be, hella jaded, see, but I'm created
My mother left me, but her death ain't okay with me
Still I'm praying for her spirit to stay with me
[Hook x2:]
Lacrimosa (Outside I'm weeping)
Tis is all so serious (Still I am seeking)
Come, Holy Spirit
Stay with me always
[Outro - Tech N9ne:]
When you interview me, I don't wanna talk about this
I don't denounce God in any way
I just feel my mother's suffering was too great for how much she worshipped
Lacrimosa
Tis is all so serious
Come, Holy Spirit
Stay with me always
Somehow my true love
The tears on my face
[Verse 1 - Tech N9ne:]
Now-now-now-now people cussing and bussing
They get nothing but in the ground when they blown out
Oh wow, tell me how he got the stubborn, he tough and
He was young with a grown mouth
Zoned out cause my mother is gone, how
Simply would he send me with the alone route
Going out, to the studio hitting the Don Julio
My duty go if I'm moody yo, get up and get the song out
My angel fades, then came more rage
And even though Strange still pays, something inside of me saying it ain't yo days
My religion, walking away
My prediction, lost in the gray
I'm thinkin' the holy spirit don't really wanna hear it
So people who givin' me evil, they all finna pay
Anybody really want it, I'm a get dirty when a demon is my opponent
Feeling froggy any moment, know you will never be the owner because I'm on it
Losing mama, really did it, demons really gonna get it
I'm looking for the light, I'm asking you open and losing all of my inner good and the hope with it
[Hook:]
Lacrimosa (Inside I'm weeping)
Tis is all so serious (Constantly seeking)
Come Holy Spirit
Stay with me always
Somehow my true love
The tears on my face
[Verse 2 - Tech N9ne:]
I don't wanna hear no punk say 'Weirdo'
If you ain't in my circle, then you're not even near, bro
Here go the fear though, getting Makzilla and my killas in the villa to make a racket in your ear go
(Blam-blam-blam-blam)
That is severe mode, bodies I'm not even with the jolly
My tears go down-my-face, yeah
But I'm switching the gears, yo
Got on the plane to Colorado, I go to hit the Summer Jam, then momma tomorrow
Thinking the Lord will give me time while I'm in 'Vado
To say I love her before the Bible go hollow
(Gone-gone-gone-gone)
My show was sorrow, needed a little bit of mo' time to borrow
(My-time's- up)
Man, steady talking to God, so I don't - get it
Thought I was special enough for God to be with it
By giving me another day with my mother, but I missed it
But rocking with Denver said in her name, I'm a rip this
(Done-done-done-done)
This ain't no way to be, hella jaded, see, but I'm created
My mother left me, but her death ain't okay with me
Still I'm praying for her spirit to stay with me
[Hook x2:]
Lacrimosa (Outside I'm weeping)
Tis is all so serious (Still I am seeking)
Come, Holy Spirit
Stay with me always
[Outro - Tech N9ne:]
When you interview me, I don't wanna talk about this
I don't denounce God in any way
I just feel my mother's suffering was too great for how much she worshipped
Condolences (Skit) lyrics - Tech N9ne
[Voicemail:]
N9na, this Water. What's up, fam?
Damn, uh, sorry to hear about your moms, man
Techalicious, this is Wendy Dae
I just heard about your mom
I'm so, so, so, so, so sorry
Hey this your brother Chris, man
Sorry to hear about you moms, man
Hey this is Cook right here
I heard about what happened
Lemme know if you need me to do anything
And gimme a call, lemme know something, okay?
I'll be waiting to hear from you
N9na, this Water. What's up, fam?
Damn, uh, sorry to hear about your moms, man
Techalicious, this is Wendy Dae
I just heard about your mom
I'm so, so, so, so, so sorry
Hey this your brother Chris, man
Sorry to hear about you moms, man
Hey this is Cook right here
I heard about what happened
Lemme know if you need me to do anything
And gimme a call, lemme know something, okay?
I'll be waiting to hear from you
On The Bible lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. T.I. & Zuse)
[Tech N9ne:]
Niggas in Missou ain't changed
Make ya have to let loose thangs
[Bridge - Zuse:]
Have you ever seen a MAC-11?
New TEC-9 with the extension
HK, AK-47
Mayday, man down, call the reverend
[Hook - Zuse:]
I put that on the bible boy, count your blessings
Put that on the bible boy, count your blessings
Put that on the bible boy, count your blessings
Put that on the bible boy, count your blessings
[Tech N9ne:]
I felt like they tone said "I'm comin' to get ya"
Well, that's when all of the heavy artillery come in the picture
And luckily cause of your past, you can have someone assist ya
I was raised a cool brother but these motherfuckers went and summoned a nigga!
I swore to never let a man's hand take me to my grave nigga
With my fortune, I'mma get to torchin', like Orkin I spray nigga
I know they dyin' to get it with the N9ne
That's fine, they wanna make a nigga do the woop
So I'mma take the carbine and put it to ya mind
It's goin' through you, not around ya like a hula hoop
Put that on the bible, if ya fuckin' with Tech, get the rifles
Totally trippin', tryna take my title, lift you right up in the sky with the Eiffel
If you psycho, you can do this, if he chooses to be foolish
The gun never loses, never give you the deuces
Nigga, this is Su'Wu biz, ahh!
Let me calm my nerves, I'mma simply put this on the word
If ya hella aggravated cause of a song ya heard from the Nina I smoke a nigga like my ganja herb
I'm on the verge, no life beyond the surge
When I bomb, ya served, what does one deserve?
But a head stomppin', now put ya teeth on the curb, nigga!?
[Bridge]
[Hook]
[T.I.:]
Aye, fuck all that goin' back and forth with a nigga
Got a problem, what he really wanna do?
If you know like I know, then you know, true
And niggas make songs but they really don't do
What they say, got guns but they really won't shoot
He afraid, I'll lay a nigga down right now
Face to the concrete, nose to the ground
Do him in the streets 'fore his prayers hit the cloud
And the flash and a bang, it is rarely allowed
But a whole body down and a hole in the ground
Dig one for the niggas who be holdin' ya down
Better know I got rounds and they will go around, it's enough
Eat a bullet from the four-pound if ya tough
And then let the choppa spray ya down and get up
Ya pull that off, I'll believe you ain't soft
Otherwise, nigga you just soft as all them other guys
I'll kill ya dead and I put that on my mother eyes
Don't listen to these niggas, they just kick a bunch of lies
How they got a bunch of guns? Shot 'em all a bunch of times
I really do believe Tech got a bunch of nines
Before they gave my nigga Meech a bunch of time
I really know my nigga Young had a bunch of pies
For the low, all my niggas had it for the high
So you believe them niggas out there talking bout they BMF?
They should be them niggas, none of mine
I know Young got it bout what he rap bout
I really pulled Meek Millz out the trap house
Just like I seen Doe B with a OZ
Turn around, two weeks, had a whole ki
Just cause I said as a joke that the dope game dead
Like this, God, a nigga went and showed me
Guess what I'm tryna say is, nigga, I don't know you
And futhermore, pussy nigga, I don't want to
[Bridge]
[Hook x2]
[T.I.:]
Haahahahahaha!
Man, we just killed a small village man
You know what I'm sayin'?
This hip-hop, aha! Love this shit
Niggas in Missou ain't changed
Make ya have to let loose thangs
[Bridge - Zuse:]
Have you ever seen a MAC-11?
New TEC-9 with the extension
HK, AK-47
Mayday, man down, call the reverend
[Hook - Zuse:]
I put that on the bible boy, count your blessings
Put that on the bible boy, count your blessings
Put that on the bible boy, count your blessings
Put that on the bible boy, count your blessings
[Tech N9ne:]
I felt like they tone said "I'm comin' to get ya"
Well, that's when all of the heavy artillery come in the picture
And luckily cause of your past, you can have someone assist ya
I was raised a cool brother but these motherfuckers went and summoned a nigga!
I swore to never let a man's hand take me to my grave nigga
With my fortune, I'mma get to torchin', like Orkin I spray nigga
I know they dyin' to get it with the N9ne
That's fine, they wanna make a nigga do the woop
So I'mma take the carbine and put it to ya mind
It's goin' through you, not around ya like a hula hoop
Put that on the bible, if ya fuckin' with Tech, get the rifles
Totally trippin', tryna take my title, lift you right up in the sky with the Eiffel
If you psycho, you can do this, if he chooses to be foolish
The gun never loses, never give you the deuces
Nigga, this is Su'Wu biz, ahh!
Let me calm my nerves, I'mma simply put this on the word
If ya hella aggravated cause of a song ya heard from the Nina I smoke a nigga like my ganja herb
I'm on the verge, no life beyond the surge
When I bomb, ya served, what does one deserve?
But a head stomppin', now put ya teeth on the curb, nigga!?
[Bridge]
[Hook]
[T.I.:]
Aye, fuck all that goin' back and forth with a nigga
Got a problem, what he really wanna do?
If you know like I know, then you know, true
And niggas make songs but they really don't do
What they say, got guns but they really won't shoot
He afraid, I'll lay a nigga down right now
Face to the concrete, nose to the ground
Do him in the streets 'fore his prayers hit the cloud
And the flash and a bang, it is rarely allowed
But a whole body down and a hole in the ground
Dig one for the niggas who be holdin' ya down
Better know I got rounds and they will go around, it's enough
Eat a bullet from the four-pound if ya tough
And then let the choppa spray ya down and get up
Ya pull that off, I'll believe you ain't soft
Otherwise, nigga you just soft as all them other guys
I'll kill ya dead and I put that on my mother eyes
Don't listen to these niggas, they just kick a bunch of lies
How they got a bunch of guns? Shot 'em all a bunch of times
I really do believe Tech got a bunch of nines
Before they gave my nigga Meech a bunch of time
I really know my nigga Young had a bunch of pies
For the low, all my niggas had it for the high
So you believe them niggas out there talking bout they BMF?
They should be them niggas, none of mine
I know Young got it bout what he rap bout
I really pulled Meek Millz out the trap house
Just like I seen Doe B with a OZ
Turn around, two weeks, had a whole ki
Just cause I said as a joke that the dope game dead
Like this, God, a nigga went and showed me
Guess what I'm tryna say is, nigga, I don't know you
And futhermore, pussy nigga, I don't want to
[Bridge]
[Hook x2]
[T.I.:]
Haahahahahaha!
Man, we just killed a small village man
You know what I'm sayin'?
This hip-hop, aha! Love this shit
Shroud lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Krizz Kaliko)
[Intro - Tech N9ne talking backwards:]
(Siht si ton eht tnar fo na live nam, siht si eht tnar fo na ylemetrxe nekorb nam! os od ton ekatsim siht rof eht lived, esuac' ti si ton! mi tsuj gnivah emos fo ym tsekrad stnemom ereh yletal os, yojne! ahah)
[Chorus - Krizz Kaliko:]
I can't breathe anymore
I've gone the distance
Can't see me anymore
The darkness has overcome
I don't wanna be part of this
But I let it take me
So I let it take me
Now it's dripping all over me
[Bridge 1 - Tech N9ne:]
We on this Earth as we hell raisers
We crave good life but born into this dead-zone
I've searched for answers from my female maker
In the cemetery but they never produced her headstone
[Verse 1 - Tech N9ne:]
Black as ever like shabba
Thick and oozing like lava
See this room with my Prada, dadda
Must've came from my father
'Cause my momma, was an angel
But this thang grow, insane bro
(Insane woah)
This is darkness accumulated
Over the years the heartless but fools I made it
Over to here on the TV
Cops kill a man 'cause he's trying to buy a BB Gun
(BB Gun)
What's gonna happen when they see me come
Really run
(Really run)
I'm 'bout to just boom
Take the madness
Let it explode and shake the masses
Shroud that I carry here to break the rabbits
And awake the maggots
I hate your habits
(I hate your habits)
Your evil's consuming me
Now my heart and brain together in unity
Darkness...
'Cause ain't no opportunity
[Chorus]
[Bridge 2 - Tech N9ne:]
They say my metamorphosis made a monster
In so many ways this statement might be true
Your plan right from the start was divide and conquer
So what do you think I see when I see you?
[Verse 2 - Tech N9ne:]
Give me your wishes
Give me your hit-list
Bring all the wicked
I'm 'bout to show you I'm vicious
Ligaments and Sriracha's delicious
No stopping for tickets
Don't make me give the crooked coppers the business
(Coppers the business)
I was suspicious
Wearing your anger
During your danger
Swearing whore wrangler
Don't let me close to y'all
If you touch it it's like an overdose of Propofol
I be the ghost of all
That wanna vote for hogs
I gotta go tomorrow
(Go tomorrow)
Licking my lips, Ow!
Burn my tongue
I need a germ to come through me
And worms and dung
I lay stagnant
I'm an avid madman
See the evil I grab
It stick to me like a magnet
You can have it
(You can have it)
Rack, I'm a clack on they asses
Brack!
Brack!
Brack!
Give the evil no passes
[Chorus]
(Siht si ton eht tnar fo na live nam, siht si eht tnar fo na ylemetrxe nekorb nam! os od ton ekatsim siht rof eht lived, esuac' ti si ton! mi tsuj gnivah emos fo ym tsekrad stnemom ereh yletal os, yojne! ahah)
[Chorus - Krizz Kaliko:]
I can't breathe anymore
I've gone the distance
Can't see me anymore
The darkness has overcome
I don't wanna be part of this
But I let it take me
So I let it take me
Now it's dripping all over me
[Bridge 1 - Tech N9ne:]
We on this Earth as we hell raisers
We crave good life but born into this dead-zone
I've searched for answers from my female maker
In the cemetery but they never produced her headstone
[Verse 1 - Tech N9ne:]
Black as ever like shabba
Thick and oozing like lava
See this room with my Prada, dadda
Must've came from my father
'Cause my momma, was an angel
But this thang grow, insane bro
(Insane woah)
This is darkness accumulated
Over the years the heartless but fools I made it
Over to here on the TV
Cops kill a man 'cause he's trying to buy a BB Gun
(BB Gun)
What's gonna happen when they see me come
Really run
(Really run)
I'm 'bout to just boom
Take the madness
Let it explode and shake the masses
Shroud that I carry here to break the rabbits
And awake the maggots
I hate your habits
(I hate your habits)
Your evil's consuming me
Now my heart and brain together in unity
Darkness...
'Cause ain't no opportunity
[Chorus]
[Bridge 2 - Tech N9ne:]
They say my metamorphosis made a monster
In so many ways this statement might be true
Your plan right from the start was divide and conquer
So what do you think I see when I see you?
[Verse 2 - Tech N9ne:]
Give me your wishes
Give me your hit-list
Bring all the wicked
I'm 'bout to show you I'm vicious
Ligaments and Sriracha's delicious
No stopping for tickets
Don't make me give the crooked coppers the business
(Coppers the business)
I was suspicious
Wearing your anger
During your danger
Swearing whore wrangler
Don't let me close to y'all
If you touch it it's like an overdose of Propofol
I be the ghost of all
That wanna vote for hogs
I gotta go tomorrow
(Go tomorrow)
Licking my lips, Ow!
Burn my tongue
I need a germ to come through me
And worms and dung
I lay stagnant
I'm an avid madman
See the evil I grab
It stick to me like a magnet
You can have it
(You can have it)
Rack, I'm a clack on they asses
Brack!
Brack!
Brack!
Give the evil no passes
[Chorus]
More Psycho Messages (Skit) lyrics - Tech N9ne
[Voicemail Operator:]
Press 1 to review your messages
What up? Is this Tech N9ne?
Strange Music, homie
Tech Nina, baby
Hahaha, Caribou Lou
Hahaha
[?]
You're hilarious
Fuck you
You are a fucking asshole
Don't ever come past me or I'll make your life fucking Hell
I don't care who the fuck you are
You are a piece of fucking SHIT
I apologize
Like, honestly, I don't know what's going on
I am sorry for being freaking mean
So.. there's always something, right?
Some fuck shit
The first time, you lowered me to your door outside or something
Like there's something fucked up about you
I'm looking back, and my feelings are so in the past about you
Okay? Fuck you
This is my response
This is my reaction to what is your reality
Press 1 to review your messages
What up? Is this Tech N9ne?
Strange Music, homie
Tech Nina, baby
Hahaha, Caribou Lou
Hahaha
[?]
You're hilarious
Fuck you
You are a fucking asshole
Don't ever come past me or I'll make your life fucking Hell
I don't care who the fuck you are
You are a piece of fucking SHIT
I apologize
Like, honestly, I don't know what's going on
I am sorry for being freaking mean
So.. there's always something, right?
Some fuck shit
The first time, you lowered me to your door outside or something
Like there's something fucked up about you
I'm looking back, and my feelings are so in the past about you
Okay? Fuck you
This is my response
This is my reaction to what is your reality
Psycho Bitch III lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Hopsin)
[Intro - Tech N9ne:]
Real killas move in silence
Quiet storm, such a tyrant
Murderer stays vibrant
If I choose, she's a giant
Anger breathes defiance
When she's on, no compliance
Cause her demon needs violence
Don't give her no love, never wanna fold up
Then you better hold up cause she cray
[Verse 1 - Tech N9ne:]
You're just a shady bitch on a daily on some crazy shit
Don't fuck around with a lady, it'll be a blaze where your mercedez sit
Eighty-six the baby bit, you don't wanna run into my radius
Maybe get you rabies sick and the gravy is (Ain't that about a bitch)
When you date the girl and you make the girl
And she fuckin' with another man'll make you hurl
She methodical with a chain and gonna break ya world
Taste the world of a shotgun, aught one, in the head nigga not fun
But you really wanna pop some
[?] can the [?] even drop when he got done
Your imagination, kills you when it's so bad it's aching
And what's your status? hatin', a whole lot of aggravation
Cause shes kickin' it with this rapper, and that rapper
And that factor get a gat clapper
Gotta mash after with a blast at her
Silly bitches don't consider your feelings
They make you think that the love is real when you chilling
But when you turn away, she gets to illin' with another nigga
Prolly drilling for real and you know his music and he knows yours too
Ain't no limits to what your whore do
Pillow talking with her no more true
Lovin' when I catch up with 'em, bro you're through
[Pre-Hook:]
Aye bro the bitch that you fuckin' with, man, she was in the club last night with that rap. What's up with that?
Forreal?
Yeah, nigga. They were together, my nigga
[Hook - Tech N9ne:]
Wishing you never heard of a (Psycho bitch)
Bitch will make you murderer, she's a (Psycho bitch)
Psycho breedin', believe it (Psycho bitch)
Don't pack nothing, ust leave it (Psycho bitch)
She can be peaceful, and people that's peepin' they see this evil freak in you
Freakin' you, make you repeat it like it's a sequel
Better run when you see a (Psycho bitch)
Cause your bitch might be a (Psycho bitch)
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 2 - Tech N9ne:]
This bitch, talking to me in this alley, she love me to bits
But on the other end she really takin' the dick
I never knew she was evil, my nigga told me that he caught her with him in the mix
That is when I get to trippin' and having a fit
He think he witty, she told him we broke up, uh
Taking the dick, on my penis she choke up, uh
He know I'm tripping cause she fuckin' telling him, uh
He gonna feel it when I put the hell in him, cha
I'm outraged cause I've been lied to
If I happen to catch her with him, she can die too
Used to be my boo, now shes sucking some guy's goo
Wanna divide two and dump 'em both in the bayou
Steppin' with my crew, I'm coming to fight you
Bullets gonna fly through whoever's walkin' beside you
I never liked to untake the knot out of a tied shoe
I'm bout to slide through and bang him, nigga this is pyru
[Pre-Hook:]
Hello
Why you calling my girl phone, nigga you know who this is
How you get my cell phone number nigga
Are you fuckin' her?
Hahaha
You think you so funny nigga? Ok, I'm a see you
Ho ass nigga
[Hook - Tech N9ne:]
Wishing you never heard of a (Psycho bitch)
Bitch will make you murderer, she's a (Psycho bitch)
Psycho breedin', believe it (Psycho bitch)
Don't pack nothing, just leave it (Psycho bitch)
She can be peaceful, and people that's peepin' they see this evil freak in you
Freakin' you, make you repeat it like it's a sequel
Better run when you see a (Psycho bitch)
Cause your bitch might be a (Psycho bitch)
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 3 - Hopsin:]
Bitch where the fuck you been? I've been calling yo ass since last night
You runnin' some shit? You sucking some dick? Oh, you was with Rachel, is that right?
Hmmm, okay, guess I was wrong, case closed then
Now you got one more time to lie before you get your face broken
So stay focused, I ain't jokin'
You slept with a nigga, think I ain't noticed?
Just wanna game on me like I ain't your man?
Trying to come back home? I don't think so bitch
Gimme your phone (No) Gimme that shit, stop wrestling
You're making me use aggression, Trynna see who you texting
WHOA, oh bitch, I'm going to jail fo' sho
I shouldn't of held yo phone, I'm losing control, lord help her soul
Who the hell is Joe and why did you text him sayin' the sex was great? you fucked him!?
Oh, both of you guys are dead, just wait
Lemme call this nigga, got me getting all violent
I'm mad and you crying, you better hope his phone is on silent
(Hello?)
Hey baby, just wanted to say that I love you much
Sike, nigga, this her boyfriend, and I'm on my way now to fuck you up
[Pre-Hook:]
Sup nigga, talk that funny shit now nigga
Aw, this ho-ass nigga right here
Sup nigga
Wassup nigga
Fuck you, nigga!
Nigga, fuck you, nigga
Fuck you! [gunshots]
[Outro - Tech N9ne:]
Yeah man, I do believe you have to be careful with relationships
Men kill each other over women everyday
I lost my best friend, Brian Dennis, to a crime of passion
It's crazy
[?]
Nannie Doss
Casey Anthony
Aileen Wuornos
Why not have all these links to all these different genres?
Why can't I be the epicenter of all types of music?
Real killas move in silence
Quiet storm, such a tyrant
Murderer stays vibrant
If I choose, she's a giant
Anger breathes defiance
When she's on, no compliance
Cause her demon needs violence
Don't give her no love, never wanna fold up
Then you better hold up cause she cray
[Verse 1 - Tech N9ne:]
You're just a shady bitch on a daily on some crazy shit
Don't fuck around with a lady, it'll be a blaze where your mercedez sit
Eighty-six the baby bit, you don't wanna run into my radius
Maybe get you rabies sick and the gravy is (Ain't that about a bitch)
When you date the girl and you make the girl
And she fuckin' with another man'll make you hurl
She methodical with a chain and gonna break ya world
Taste the world of a shotgun, aught one, in the head nigga not fun
But you really wanna pop some
[?] can the [?] even drop when he got done
Your imagination, kills you when it's so bad it's aching
And what's your status? hatin', a whole lot of aggravation
Cause shes kickin' it with this rapper, and that rapper
And that factor get a gat clapper
Gotta mash after with a blast at her
Silly bitches don't consider your feelings
They make you think that the love is real when you chilling
But when you turn away, she gets to illin' with another nigga
Prolly drilling for real and you know his music and he knows yours too
Ain't no limits to what your whore do
Pillow talking with her no more true
Lovin' when I catch up with 'em, bro you're through
[Pre-Hook:]
Aye bro the bitch that you fuckin' with, man, she was in the club last night with that rap. What's up with that?
Forreal?
Yeah, nigga. They were together, my nigga
[Hook - Tech N9ne:]
Wishing you never heard of a (Psycho bitch)
Bitch will make you murderer, she's a (Psycho bitch)
Psycho breedin', believe it (Psycho bitch)
Don't pack nothing, ust leave it (Psycho bitch)
She can be peaceful, and people that's peepin' they see this evil freak in you
Freakin' you, make you repeat it like it's a sequel
Better run when you see a (Psycho bitch)
Cause your bitch might be a (Psycho bitch)
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 2 - Tech N9ne:]
This bitch, talking to me in this alley, she love me to bits
But on the other end she really takin' the dick
I never knew she was evil, my nigga told me that he caught her with him in the mix
That is when I get to trippin' and having a fit
He think he witty, she told him we broke up, uh
Taking the dick, on my penis she choke up, uh
He know I'm tripping cause she fuckin' telling him, uh
He gonna feel it when I put the hell in him, cha
I'm outraged cause I've been lied to
If I happen to catch her with him, she can die too
Used to be my boo, now shes sucking some guy's goo
Wanna divide two and dump 'em both in the bayou
Steppin' with my crew, I'm coming to fight you
Bullets gonna fly through whoever's walkin' beside you
I never liked to untake the knot out of a tied shoe
I'm bout to slide through and bang him, nigga this is pyru
[Pre-Hook:]
Hello
Why you calling my girl phone, nigga you know who this is
How you get my cell phone number nigga
Are you fuckin' her?
Hahaha
You think you so funny nigga? Ok, I'm a see you
Ho ass nigga
[Hook - Tech N9ne:]
Wishing you never heard of a (Psycho bitch)
Bitch will make you murderer, she's a (Psycho bitch)
Psycho breedin', believe it (Psycho bitch)
Don't pack nothing, just leave it (Psycho bitch)
She can be peaceful, and people that's peepin' they see this evil freak in you
Freakin' you, make you repeat it like it's a sequel
Better run when you see a (Psycho bitch)
Cause your bitch might be a (Psycho bitch)
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 3 - Hopsin:]
Bitch where the fuck you been? I've been calling yo ass since last night
You runnin' some shit? You sucking some dick? Oh, you was with Rachel, is that right?
Hmmm, okay, guess I was wrong, case closed then
Now you got one more time to lie before you get your face broken
So stay focused, I ain't jokin'
You slept with a nigga, think I ain't noticed?
Just wanna game on me like I ain't your man?
Trying to come back home? I don't think so bitch
Gimme your phone (No) Gimme that shit, stop wrestling
You're making me use aggression, Trynna see who you texting
WHOA, oh bitch, I'm going to jail fo' sho
I shouldn't of held yo phone, I'm losing control, lord help her soul
Who the hell is Joe and why did you text him sayin' the sex was great? you fucked him!?
Oh, both of you guys are dead, just wait
Lemme call this nigga, got me getting all violent
I'm mad and you crying, you better hope his phone is on silent
(Hello?)
Hey baby, just wanted to say that I love you much
Sike, nigga, this her boyfriend, and I'm on my way now to fuck you up
[Pre-Hook:]
Sup nigga, talk that funny shit now nigga
Aw, this ho-ass nigga right here
Sup nigga
Wassup nigga
Fuck you, nigga!
Nigga, fuck you, nigga
Fuck you! [gunshots]
[Outro - Tech N9ne:]
Yeah man, I do believe you have to be careful with relationships
Men kill each other over women everyday
I lost my best friend, Brian Dennis, to a crime of passion
It's crazy
[?]
Nannie Doss
Casey Anthony
Aileen Wuornos
Why not have all these links to all these different genres?
Why can't I be the epicenter of all types of music?
Wither lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Corey Taylor)
[Tech N9ne:]
I don't care, they say my angel glow is subsiding
I'm sliding outside of these high beams and I won't dare
Try to mend this tear, I love I'm fading
The good once there is just dying
So I'm withering away and I'ma trigger when I spray
And I'm attacking everybody till the feeling's gone!
All my life I loved with people, so passive back then
I thought I'd be above this evil, my tolerance level
Then was up with doves and eagles, currently I've
Hit ground zero under bugs and beetles
I'm tilted, inside my head's a lettuce but wilted
Serotonin, dopamine, and norepinephrine I spilt it
Could it be how many times I've been ran over and jilted?
That makes me wanna totally detach from light and just kill shit
[Corey Taylor:]
I'll know when the pain is gone
It's just a matter of time before my bosses win
And I can feel the wrong
Coming up through the cracks of my heart again
I'm holding on, I'm going
Straight into the mouths of makers
Everything that keeps me calm was taken
I'm letting go, I'm burning through, reserves are low
Just pushing on these old restraints
My time is up cause it's too late
[Tech N9ne:]
I'm about to blow up on anyone in my way
My anger's set to show up, at any time today
I'm about to blow up on anyone in my way
My anger's set to show up, at any time today
I am lookin' for some fire, yeah, putting on my gang attire
Drooling and blood I can taste, so get the fuck outta my face
I'm a killer with a quick switch, yeah, all I ever really wanted was bliss
Look at me wither to waste, so get the fuck outta my face
Find another one to get bent, yeah, and it ain't no stoppin' this
Lovin' the thrill of the chase, so get the fuck outta my face
N9ne's a nigga with the sick-ness, yeah, and it ain't no blockin' this
It doesn't matter the race, just get the fuck out my face
Going, withering away
Going, withering away
Going, withering away
I gotta say, when my mother died, I really did inside
And that's the other thing that did it
Turning my crazy on a hundred babies gonna plummet
Maybe I should be committed
[Corey Taylor:]
What am I supposed to do?
Do I just keep faking? fucking forsaking everything I am?
Another pissed mother fucker with a fist and a plan
Oh but you're making me do this
I can scream while you stand there clueless
If you're listening I've made up my mind
Take another step and I'll snap this time!
Something please save me, I'm losing myself
[Tech N9ne:]
I don't think I wanna stop it, but the feeling inside is nauseous
I get really exhausted off it, gotta find a way to wash it lock it
Profit matter so I got to drop it, ain't nobody in the cockpit
Toss this lostness, people from the office boxes
If you cross this boss live cautious
Don't make me, don't make me repeat myself
For your safety, because a pilly is beneath my belt
But I don't wanna do anything bad to anybody
But I'll never be perfect
So I'ma say to the people that got a little evil comin' at you from me I think they deserve it
Going, withering away
Going, withering away
Going, withering away
(GONE)
Straight, literally snappin' out
My lady backin' out cause I'm becoming really mean and vicious
Watching me wither, how can I give her
Blood when I been so tainted by these bitches
[Corey Taylor:]
We are the arsenal
Chemically imbalanced, completely disposable
So butter my knuckles and taste it
Another sick delinquent is wasted
I don't forgive, I don't forget
I haven't got time to regret
Everybody else in the world can hate me
Nobody but me can save me!
[Tech N9ne:]
Shit, Yates, hates, this, place
If they close enough for me to hit the switch
I'm willing to never turn it on
I got the feelin' I'm gonna be comin' and killin'
There gonna be reelin' the evil in front of a psycho
And them who mentally gone
I don't care, they say my angel glow is subsiding
I'm sliding outside of these high beams and I won't dare
Try to mend this tear, I love I'm fading
The good once there is just dying
So I'm withering away and I'ma trigger when I spray
And I'm attacking everybody till the feeling's gone!
All my life I loved with people, so passive back then
I thought I'd be above this evil, my tolerance level
Then was up with doves and eagles, currently I've
Hit ground zero under bugs and beetles
I'm tilted, inside my head's a lettuce but wilted
Serotonin, dopamine, and norepinephrine I spilt it
Could it be how many times I've been ran over and jilted?
That makes me wanna totally detach from light and just kill shit
[Corey Taylor:]
I'll know when the pain is gone
It's just a matter of time before my bosses win
And I can feel the wrong
Coming up through the cracks of my heart again
I'm holding on, I'm going
Straight into the mouths of makers
Everything that keeps me calm was taken
I'm letting go, I'm burning through, reserves are low
Just pushing on these old restraints
My time is up cause it's too late
[Tech N9ne:]
I'm about to blow up on anyone in my way
My anger's set to show up, at any time today
I'm about to blow up on anyone in my way
My anger's set to show up, at any time today
I am lookin' for some fire, yeah, putting on my gang attire
Drooling and blood I can taste, so get the fuck outta my face
I'm a killer with a quick switch, yeah, all I ever really wanted was bliss
Look at me wither to waste, so get the fuck outta my face
Find another one to get bent, yeah, and it ain't no stoppin' this
Lovin' the thrill of the chase, so get the fuck outta my face
N9ne's a nigga with the sick-ness, yeah, and it ain't no blockin' this
It doesn't matter the race, just get the fuck out my face
Going, withering away
Going, withering away
Going, withering away
I gotta say, when my mother died, I really did inside
And that's the other thing that did it
Turning my crazy on a hundred babies gonna plummet
Maybe I should be committed
[Corey Taylor:]
What am I supposed to do?
Do I just keep faking? fucking forsaking everything I am?
Another pissed mother fucker with a fist and a plan
Oh but you're making me do this
I can scream while you stand there clueless
If you're listening I've made up my mind
Take another step and I'll snap this time!
Something please save me, I'm losing myself
[Tech N9ne:]
I don't think I wanna stop it, but the feeling inside is nauseous
I get really exhausted off it, gotta find a way to wash it lock it
Profit matter so I got to drop it, ain't nobody in the cockpit
Toss this lostness, people from the office boxes
If you cross this boss live cautious
Don't make me, don't make me repeat myself
For your safety, because a pilly is beneath my belt
But I don't wanna do anything bad to anybody
But I'll never be perfect
So I'ma say to the people that got a little evil comin' at you from me I think they deserve it
Going, withering away
Going, withering away
Going, withering away
(GONE)
Straight, literally snappin' out
My lady backin' out cause I'm becoming really mean and vicious
Watching me wither, how can I give her
Blood when I been so tainted by these bitches
[Corey Taylor:]
We are the arsenal
Chemically imbalanced, completely disposable
So butter my knuckles and taste it
Another sick delinquent is wasted
I don't forgive, I don't forget
I haven't got time to regret
Everybody else in the world can hate me
Nobody but me can save me!
[Tech N9ne:]
Shit, Yates, hates, this, place
If they close enough for me to hit the switch
I'm willing to never turn it on
I got the feelin' I'm gonna be comin' and killin'
There gonna be reelin' the evil in front of a psycho
And them who mentally gone
Dead Alive (Skit) lyrics - Tech N9ne
[Tech N9ne:]
Take this shit
[Godemis:]
Shit, what's good man? its Godemis, dog
Its about time you hear this
I gotta be dead, you know it
[Tech N9ne:]
What the f-
[Godemis:]
I just wanna let you know man, I love you man
Thank you so much for everything
It goes the fuck up
Peace
[Tech N9ne:]
This nigga..
[Godemis:]
Hey look man, I just heard about that call. I had a nightmare
I just wanted to apologize for that shit, man
It ain't nothin' dog, I was just on my twist
[Tech N9ne:]
Hahahahahaha
[Godemis:]
But um, it's alright you laughing, man
Strange Music, man. It goes the fuck up
[Tech N9ne:]
Hahahaha, this nigga's crazy!
Take this shit
[Godemis:]
Shit, what's good man? its Godemis, dog
Its about time you hear this
I gotta be dead, you know it
[Tech N9ne:]
What the f-
[Godemis:]
I just wanna let you know man, I love you man
Thank you so much for everything
It goes the fuck up
Peace
[Tech N9ne:]
This nigga..
[Godemis:]
Hey look man, I just heard about that call. I had a nightmare
I just wanted to apologize for that shit, man
It ain't nothin' dog, I was just on my twist
[Tech N9ne:]
Hahahahahaha
[Godemis:]
But um, it's alright you laughing, man
Strange Music, man. It goes the fuck up
[Tech N9ne:]
Hahahaha, this nigga's crazy!
Hood Go Crazy lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. 2 Chainz & B.o.B)
[Intro:]
(Hello?)
I want to par-ty (Huh?)
You want to par-ty (Yeah?)
We need to par-ty (Cool)
Let's have a par-ty (Lemme get up)
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
Saturday mornin', I ain't gotta work
Last night's show sold a lot of merch
Bad bitch in my bed so I ain't gotta jerk
Forbes List caught me so it's hard to make the dollar hurt
All we need is good green and some Bou Lou
Five to one so its guaranteed you can do you
'Zilla keep the heater just in case we have a boo-boo
Kansas City natives and we all a little coo-coo
[Hook: B.o.B]
This the type of shit to make the hood go crazy
On the interstate doin' 180
She said, "do it for me, baby"
Took a double shot and then we all went crazy
White girls go crazy
Black girls go crazy
College girls go crazy
This the type of shit to make the hood go crazy
[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
So much liquor, I never spare that kitchen
Keep it so I usually have a pair that's kissin'
And I'm lifted on purple hair, that's bitchin'
Now that's what I call a fuckin' air Technician
Down there, they got the hair that's missin'
Keep it bare, I promise I'll never tear that kitten
I am aware sex hittin' is the care when I share that stick and
So good I might impair that vision
So I dip in, then dip off
Look for another chick, then they pissed off
Till I give them another spliff then they lift off
Party is the mission, I did cross
Three thick friends, we mixin' these licks when
They big friend wanna lip off
So I told her come and get lost, bitch
This my place and it's way too turnt up to trip off shit
[Hook]
[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, you my prototype
My fourth foreign car was a Porsche photo white
Cooler than a polar bear in a bowl of ice
With a ring, married to the game, had 'em throwin' rice
Wait a minute, put my thing in her
I'm trynna knock up, I'm trynna put a singer in her
So I can do a banger with her
I get brain for dinner
I don't need to put tender for contender
Thank god for strippers
High top with zippers, hard as some nipples
All the shit I do is straight off the temple
Trynna squeeze it into my schedule is like a pimple
Tell that poodle, "don't mess around with them pitbulls."
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Tech N9ne]
This the endin' from the N9ne
Grindin' bitches from behind
If you way drunk off the 'yac
Spit it up, spit it up, spit it up
This Kansas City, shit's ran gritty
In the summer time, the chicks be damn pretty
Born in the projects, then to the Ville
Then I did a deal with Travis and made mills
This is celebration, this is elevation
Me and my delegation got niggas hella hatin'
This is Nnutthowze, Regime, Rogue Dog
And it's all Strange Music, winners can't lose it, unless
Errbody got they hands up like (Oooh!)
See a bad bitch like (Wooah!)
This whole damn city fuckin' go
But this is how the hood go crazy in the MO
[Hook]
(Hello?)
I want to par-ty (Huh?)
You want to par-ty (Yeah?)
We need to par-ty (Cool)
Let's have a par-ty (Lemme get up)
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
Saturday mornin', I ain't gotta work
Last night's show sold a lot of merch
Bad bitch in my bed so I ain't gotta jerk
Forbes List caught me so it's hard to make the dollar hurt
All we need is good green and some Bou Lou
Five to one so its guaranteed you can do you
'Zilla keep the heater just in case we have a boo-boo
Kansas City natives and we all a little coo-coo
[Hook: B.o.B]
This the type of shit to make the hood go crazy
On the interstate doin' 180
She said, "do it for me, baby"
Took a double shot and then we all went crazy
White girls go crazy
Black girls go crazy
College girls go crazy
This the type of shit to make the hood go crazy
[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
So much liquor, I never spare that kitchen
Keep it so I usually have a pair that's kissin'
And I'm lifted on purple hair, that's bitchin'
Now that's what I call a fuckin' air Technician
Down there, they got the hair that's missin'
Keep it bare, I promise I'll never tear that kitten
I am aware sex hittin' is the care when I share that stick and
So good I might impair that vision
So I dip in, then dip off
Look for another chick, then they pissed off
Till I give them another spliff then they lift off
Party is the mission, I did cross
Three thick friends, we mixin' these licks when
They big friend wanna lip off
So I told her come and get lost, bitch
This my place and it's way too turnt up to trip off shit
[Hook]
[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, you my prototype
My fourth foreign car was a Porsche photo white
Cooler than a polar bear in a bowl of ice
With a ring, married to the game, had 'em throwin' rice
Wait a minute, put my thing in her
I'm trynna knock up, I'm trynna put a singer in her
So I can do a banger with her
I get brain for dinner
I don't need to put tender for contender
Thank god for strippers
High top with zippers, hard as some nipples
All the shit I do is straight off the temple
Trynna squeeze it into my schedule is like a pimple
Tell that poodle, "don't mess around with them pitbulls."
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Tech N9ne]
This the endin' from the N9ne
Grindin' bitches from behind
If you way drunk off the 'yac
Spit it up, spit it up, spit it up
This Kansas City, shit's ran gritty
In the summer time, the chicks be damn pretty
Born in the projects, then to the Ville
Then I did a deal with Travis and made mills
This is celebration, this is elevation
Me and my delegation got niggas hella hatin'
This is Nnutthowze, Regime, Rogue Dog
And it's all Strange Music, winners can't lose it, unless
Errbody got they hands up like (Oooh!)
See a bad bitch like (Wooah!)
This whole damn city fuckin' go
But this is how the hood go crazy in the MO
[Hook]
Bass Ackwards lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Lil Wayne, Yo Gotti & Big Scoob)
Mange Strusic! Bang bou yitch!
Follow now see, check it out
I say: this song is dedicated to the ball droppers
But I'ma switch the letters around and say drall boppers!
We coming to get ya so get the message to all coppers
That you need protection or you better have ch'all yoppers!
[Hook:]
What a shame when a thang blast at ya
Cause you're lame you're a dame slash actor
These dudes are ho's from screws to toes
They choose to go bass ackwards
Tecca Nina bout to hit 'em wit the woop wop
Now the barrel of my governor is hoo tot
Cause you the type that'll get your whole shew crot
Loud mouth nigga trippin' thinking that he Putac
Got a strong hand, I'm a mown gran
Little boy, now you fuckin' with the clong wran
Oh you just showboatin'? It's over now y'all can quit
Cause you can get it for something near as shalkin' tit
Just a crone phall, then it's on y'all
Fuck around and get ya dome sawed off a brone stawl
I can't wait to hear ya squeal and holler
How you set trippin' when you got a multi-dillion mollars, nigga
Stupid, such a sucker--
Nuck figgas always got to make a chother bruncha
Never had no problem takin' down another buster
Cause they be doin' shit bass ackwards Futhermucka
[Hook x2]
[Yo Gotti:]
I'm Yo Gotti, the drug dealer
I'm Yo Gotti, the thug nigga
I'm Yo Gotti, my own heir
And if you wanna ODX, then tell Gotti to blow it, nigga
I've been getting money for a long time
You've been throwing up the wrong sign
Pussy ass nigga, you a cross jump
Fuck boy, you a ho nigga
And you remind me of my ho, nigga
None I hate worser than a broke nigga
Got a Tec-9, and an AK, and an FN
Got a white Vette, and a white Ghost, and a white Benz
I ain't runnin' with niggas, 'less I'm gettin' money with niggas
I don't act funny with niggas, keep it 100 with niggas
Kept it a thousand with niggas
I ran in houses with niggas
I put in work with the squad, we even sold flour to niggas
But, fuck!
[Hook x2]
[Big Scoob:]
Bass ackwards, anonymous with rappers
All these niggas claiming they maintaining with the factors
When'd you push a package? When'd you ever clap shit?
All these niggas talking ain't done nothing but this rap shit
Reason why I shake this place and had to find some spaces
I killed one of these rap niggas and ate they fucking face
Out of place at this rap game, biggest mistake I ever made
It hit me wind and rewind, deleting everything I layed
More from a rap nigga, I don't lie for fun
Fuck fame, and fuck you, and fuck him, and her too
Had to call the big dog, I had to breathe smoke
But Yo Gotti and Big Scoob, and this ain't about dope?
Bass Ackwards
[Lil Wayne:]
These niggas ass backwards
She let me hit that ass backwards
Pussy niggas act hard, get killed for bad acting
Trigger man laugh man
Its funny how this shit go
Redrum was the case that they gave me
I sipped slow and stumbled down a slipped slope
I could hide the chopper in the trench coat
Tunechi go berserk in this bitch
Spellin' stressed backwards, dessert when my shit
I'm reversing this shit
My double R & R, I park on the curb in this bitch
The money, I'm submerged in this shit
So frankly, I'm stalking Ben Franklin
I am Wayne Carter, oops, I meant Cayne Warter
Cocaine on back order
Flip you ass backwards
Bitch you are bass ackwards if you think that's awkward
Strange Music
Follow now see, check it out
I say: this song is dedicated to the ball droppers
But I'ma switch the letters around and say drall boppers!
We coming to get ya so get the message to all coppers
That you need protection or you better have ch'all yoppers!
[Hook:]
What a shame when a thang blast at ya
Cause you're lame you're a dame slash actor
These dudes are ho's from screws to toes
They choose to go bass ackwards
Tecca Nina bout to hit 'em wit the woop wop
Now the barrel of my governor is hoo tot
Cause you the type that'll get your whole shew crot
Loud mouth nigga trippin' thinking that he Putac
Got a strong hand, I'm a mown gran
Little boy, now you fuckin' with the clong wran
Oh you just showboatin'? It's over now y'all can quit
Cause you can get it for something near as shalkin' tit
Just a crone phall, then it's on y'all
Fuck around and get ya dome sawed off a brone stawl
I can't wait to hear ya squeal and holler
How you set trippin' when you got a multi-dillion mollars, nigga
Stupid, such a sucker--
Nuck figgas always got to make a chother bruncha
Never had no problem takin' down another buster
Cause they be doin' shit bass ackwards Futhermucka
[Hook x2]
[Yo Gotti:]
I'm Yo Gotti, the drug dealer
I'm Yo Gotti, the thug nigga
I'm Yo Gotti, my own heir
And if you wanna ODX, then tell Gotti to blow it, nigga
I've been getting money for a long time
You've been throwing up the wrong sign
Pussy ass nigga, you a cross jump
Fuck boy, you a ho nigga
And you remind me of my ho, nigga
None I hate worser than a broke nigga
Got a Tec-9, and an AK, and an FN
Got a white Vette, and a white Ghost, and a white Benz
I ain't runnin' with niggas, 'less I'm gettin' money with niggas
I don't act funny with niggas, keep it 100 with niggas
Kept it a thousand with niggas
I ran in houses with niggas
I put in work with the squad, we even sold flour to niggas
But, fuck!
[Hook x2]
[Big Scoob:]
Bass ackwards, anonymous with rappers
All these niggas claiming they maintaining with the factors
When'd you push a package? When'd you ever clap shit?
All these niggas talking ain't done nothing but this rap shit
Reason why I shake this place and had to find some spaces
I killed one of these rap niggas and ate they fucking face
Out of place at this rap game, biggest mistake I ever made
It hit me wind and rewind, deleting everything I layed
More from a rap nigga, I don't lie for fun
Fuck fame, and fuck you, and fuck him, and her too
Had to call the big dog, I had to breathe smoke
But Yo Gotti and Big Scoob, and this ain't about dope?
Bass Ackwards
[Lil Wayne:]
These niggas ass backwards
She let me hit that ass backwards
Pussy niggas act hard, get killed for bad acting
Trigger man laugh man
Its funny how this shit go
Redrum was the case that they gave me
I sipped slow and stumbled down a slipped slope
I could hide the chopper in the trench coat
Tunechi go berserk in this bitch
Spellin' stressed backwards, dessert when my shit
I'm reversing this shit
My double R & R, I park on the curb in this bitch
The money, I'm submerged in this shit
So frankly, I'm stalking Ben Franklin
I am Wayne Carter, oops, I meant Cayne Warter
Cocaine on back order
Flip you ass backwards
Bitch you are bass ackwards if you think that's awkward
Strange Music
No K lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. E-40 & Krizz Kaliko)
Inside joke is outside now
No K?
Just another way me and my crew say, "No way"
Or "It's not okay" when I got the bottles pay
And somebody you don't know that wanna swallow say
"I don't got no grip but want a sip." No K
"Can I take yo blunt right to my lips?" No K
Broke ass always begging me that's No K
You don't understand then bitch, no way
See you ballin', gotta tell 'em, "No K"
Lookin' like a money bag, smellin' Dolce
Hungry lookin' at you like the fella at Chipotle
All you gotta tell 'em when they're hailin', "Go play"
We flyin', you tryin', to get a check sit next to who's buyin'
She wanna sex a vet, never request a net and love Tech for Tech, but you lyin'
Hey, and that's no K, get away and the bitch best obey
Tryin' to use sex to get yo way but the greed negated everything that ho say
And she play it out like exposé, tryin' to get quality time like, "Let's crochet."
Got me thinkin' of chinnin' some underhanded women but I never hit a woman so I'mma fetch Solé
And then you whine sayin', "That's no k." (Heh Heh Heh)
Sayin' if you got to hand out, stop ya damn mouth
Ain't none of my fault you get low pay
So needy (Ha), I'm on ace of spades and you J Roget
They wanna try and get whatever you got
Wanna wear the chain and watch, I'ma say, "No K."
[Hook - Krizz Kaliko:]
No K, that's what I say when I don't really wanna
Say that it's all right but it's all right (No, no, no)
No K, that's what I tell you when I ain't just trynna
Talk to you all night
(Noo-ohh) Can't get my money
(Noo-ohh) That's not okay
(Noo-ohh) And I'm one hunnit
(Noo-ohh) So I'ma tell you that's okay
[E-40:]
No K
She my bitch but I ain't finna giv her her none of my pay
No way, no how, no what?
Bitch, I don't give a motherfuck
It's paper over pussy, P-O-P
Celebrity get everything for free
If you can't swim, you gon' drown
Throw a bitch up in the air and break her 'fore she hit the ground
No K No K, No K No K
This ain't broadway, no play
From the track, from the cage, from the swim, from the mud
Words hella hate, no love
No suckers allowed in my cap and hell no, you can't hit my weed you tramp
Wanna stand on the stage? No K, you can't
Ride on my bus? No K, you can't
Why you always got ya hand out? All you do is pout like a woman
Grown man, act like niggas owe you somethin'
Habitual liar, always lyin' for nothin'
Start a lot of shit and be the first one runnin'
No K, prolly showin' hella niggas in the game
Like Jose, AK, AK-47 to a nigga brain
Get him out the way
[Hook]
No K?
Just another way me and my crew say, "No way"
Or "It's not okay" when I got the bottles pay
And somebody you don't know that wanna swallow say
"I don't got no grip but want a sip." No K
"Can I take yo blunt right to my lips?" No K
Broke ass always begging me that's No K
You don't understand then bitch, no way
See you ballin', gotta tell 'em, "No K"
Lookin' like a money bag, smellin' Dolce
Hungry lookin' at you like the fella at Chipotle
All you gotta tell 'em when they're hailin', "Go play"
We flyin', you tryin', to get a check sit next to who's buyin'
She wanna sex a vet, never request a net and love Tech for Tech, but you lyin'
Hey, and that's no K, get away and the bitch best obey
Tryin' to use sex to get yo way but the greed negated everything that ho say
And she play it out like exposé, tryin' to get quality time like, "Let's crochet."
Got me thinkin' of chinnin' some underhanded women but I never hit a woman so I'mma fetch Solé
And then you whine sayin', "That's no k." (Heh Heh Heh)
Sayin' if you got to hand out, stop ya damn mouth
Ain't none of my fault you get low pay
So needy (Ha), I'm on ace of spades and you J Roget
They wanna try and get whatever you got
Wanna wear the chain and watch, I'ma say, "No K."
[Hook - Krizz Kaliko:]
No K, that's what I say when I don't really wanna
Say that it's all right but it's all right (No, no, no)
No K, that's what I tell you when I ain't just trynna
Talk to you all night
(Noo-ohh) Can't get my money
(Noo-ohh) That's not okay
(Noo-ohh) And I'm one hunnit
(Noo-ohh) So I'ma tell you that's okay
[E-40:]
No K
She my bitch but I ain't finna giv her her none of my pay
No way, no how, no what?
Bitch, I don't give a motherfuck
It's paper over pussy, P-O-P
Celebrity get everything for free
If you can't swim, you gon' drown
Throw a bitch up in the air and break her 'fore she hit the ground
No K No K, No K No K
This ain't broadway, no play
From the track, from the cage, from the swim, from the mud
Words hella hate, no love
No suckers allowed in my cap and hell no, you can't hit my weed you tramp
Wanna stand on the stage? No K, you can't
Ride on my bus? No K, you can't
Why you always got ya hand out? All you do is pout like a woman
Grown man, act like niggas owe you somethin'
Habitual liar, always lyin' for nothin'
Start a lot of shit and be the first one runnin'
No K, prolly showin' hella niggas in the game
Like Jose, AK, AK-47 to a nigga brain
Get him out the way
[Hook]
Speedom (Worldwide Choppers 2) lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Eminem & Krizz Kaliko)
[Tech N9ne:]
I get to busting like I'm a thirty-eight-six
When I'm rippin' the beat up, but then I heard they got pissed
When I got at the top then made 'em pretty hot
Cause they knowin' that Tecca Ninna's the dirty chop (chopp-er)
He's handled, Holmes, here's a handful
How in the hell he hoverin', havin' hell and go ham though
I said to Seven, "Richie Havens'll be the man"
So we put it together thinking Eminem was a gamble
Guess not, cause he be the guest spot
Kaliko said, "what we doin'?, " I said to 'I'm, "let's chop"
So now the people finally get three of the best locked
Never be another choppers comin' so let's rock, nigga
You're on, people got to wondering if it's a for sure song
Yes, I got another killer making a tour strong
If you thinking of battling - you're gone!
[Krizz Kaliko:]
Nobody can catch up, meet the Speedy Gonzalez
The beat is the problem
And if ya got your feet in your mouth
You gon' have to beat it up out of him
It's a lot of 'em and I mean a lot of 'em
And me and Nina used to follow them
I've got to audibly body them
And this is it man, the hitman, the Ip Man, karate 'em
And the fans will lift hands, we'll be dancin' out of 'em
And in Kansas advanced to withstand a pile of 'em
Who stands with two hands to move in the crowd of 'em
If I ain't makin' sense
Then you better sample the amp of it like the bass
It ain't ever been a given, I heat 'em, I beat 'em, I burn 'em
Then I let 'em out
They never heard of us, but look at me, I'm turnin' up
I slap the shirt off a stupid simpleton to make 'em be impotent
If and when I'm flippin, niggas be feminine
I said the purpose to pick a pen
And reverse the conditions I'm livin' in
And do bigger numbers than Eminem
Gotta be fast so I smash on a nigga
With half the cash I'm a little sicker, quicker than your figure
(Ice cold) I make 'em shiver bigger than the winter
If you half ass delivering I'm a eat your dinner
Better than mine, oh no, not me, I mean other guys
I jump around so do that mean that I'm rubberized?
Me and N9ne master, meaning we murderize
We bleed 'em, beat 'em, till they be gone, feed 'em
[Hook x2 - Krizz Kaliko (Tech N9ne):]
Speedom!
(If you wanna go with us)
Speedom!
(I'm a leave 'em in the dust)
Speedom!
(I must be the one to bust)
Speedom!
(And I'm gonna hit the clutch)
[Bridge x2 - Krizz Kaliko:]
Sometimes, I feel
Like I'll never slow down
Worldwide Choppers
[Eminem:]
Wait! Before I wreck this beat, let me just check to see
If Stephanie Mills left any extra refills of ecstacy pills next to me
In the seats spilled, or did she eat 'em all with a breakfast drink
(You inspect the sink?)
In the habit of grabbin' a mic and babblin', I dabble in lights
But I might just swallow my fuckin' Ritalin tablet after the night
I'm grabbin' it right from the medicine cabinet
Cause that's what it's like and attack it like a Dracula bite
Jetpack in my backpack when I write
All this anger pent I went up inside
A Bennigan's diner with a cigarette lighter
Figured I'd try to set a big enough fire
That'll trigger the sprinkler system
And I'd escape, but the getaway driver screwed up my limo
Collided with the center divider
I went through the window and ended up bein'
Pinned to the side of a semi
Offended beside a friend of the guy's wife
Friend of the flight attendant from Idaho
That took an antenna in the vagina hole
'Cause when I pick up a pen I'm venomous
And I'm as thick as Dennis the Menace
Like an evil dental hygienist, sinister
You've been yelling dementedness
I invented this, I'm the Genesis
Eminem is a nemesis to a feminist
Fuckin' smart alec degenerate
I got Ellen DeGeneres
Tryna tell me these men are just full of jealousy
Envious of female independence
Hell with a clitoris, hit or miss you
Never consider this a bit of disappointment
I'll never fail to deliver this
Whatever the weather in this'll
Be just like a certificate of authenticity
That I'm thinkin' about
Just tryna think of the quickest and sickest way for 'em to picket it
I pick a day to be picked and I'm picking the wickedest shit to say
Spin it back on a level, incredible, head full of red bull, unforgettable
Better believe these beats are edible
I consider loose leaf a vegetable
And I stalk my prey
You think you got away, uh-uh not today
Murder you on a song and then I'll just say
I was with Dr. Dre and Robert Blake
Eatin' lobster, steak and coffee cake
At a restaurant with Drake
And Tech just got to make sure that our stories corroborate
I'm a lot to take like Kanye
Walking up on the stage for Beyonce
Like it's my job to say
That you're not a real artist, but it's my obligation
Honest Abe is on his way, you will not escape
Ammunition, replenish the Punisher
With his gun at your hundred words
And a clip on that which motherfuckers better run
If you're not lookin' to get run over by the roadrunner
No wonder no one don't wanna go
And jump in front of a fuckin' runaway locomotive
Or get thrown up under it just tryna fuck with the...
[Hook]
[Bridge]
[Tech N9ne:]
I'm the fury, the final fight
I flip it on fraudulent fellas for feelin' fright
I flick it on fire, finish him when the flow in flight
Feminine fakers fall, I'm floggin' a foe with a fife
Never forget it, I severed the head of a critic
I sped up and did it, you tripping to be a dead epidemic
Or wet up a clinic, and make a bloody redder percentage
Of an addict who's having to get the lead of a cynic
I was never the Devil, I put up a fight up in the industry
Peddle the metal, we giving the light, a lot of energy
We repping, beat checking he that be Koba
If he's the evil enemy it'll be over
Wanna get down in front of your town
You ever making fun of the clown, I'm gunning you down
We doing it under the ground, a wonderful sound
If anybody come at the hound, don't wanna be found, bitch
Would never be chopping without Slick Rick
I got it from the record, lick the balls and this dick
If you never listen to me, you musical misfit
Nah, cause every time I be dropping I get bit
I'm hearing a lot of rappers, they trying to spit quick
But the Middle West got 'em, and we killing 'em in this bitch
If you ain't in my circle of choppers you missed it
Cause me and my nigga Twista ruler, and that's it
[Hook]
[Bridge]
I get to busting like I'm a thirty-eight-six
When I'm rippin' the beat up, but then I heard they got pissed
When I got at the top then made 'em pretty hot
Cause they knowin' that Tecca Ninna's the dirty chop (chopp-er)
He's handled, Holmes, here's a handful
How in the hell he hoverin', havin' hell and go ham though
I said to Seven, "Richie Havens'll be the man"
So we put it together thinking Eminem was a gamble
Guess not, cause he be the guest spot
Kaliko said, "what we doin'?, " I said to 'I'm, "let's chop"
So now the people finally get three of the best locked
Never be another choppers comin' so let's rock, nigga
You're on, people got to wondering if it's a for sure song
Yes, I got another killer making a tour strong
If you thinking of battling - you're gone!
[Krizz Kaliko:]
Nobody can catch up, meet the Speedy Gonzalez
The beat is the problem
And if ya got your feet in your mouth
You gon' have to beat it up out of him
It's a lot of 'em and I mean a lot of 'em
And me and Nina used to follow them
I've got to audibly body them
And this is it man, the hitman, the Ip Man, karate 'em
And the fans will lift hands, we'll be dancin' out of 'em
And in Kansas advanced to withstand a pile of 'em
Who stands with two hands to move in the crowd of 'em
If I ain't makin' sense
Then you better sample the amp of it like the bass
It ain't ever been a given, I heat 'em, I beat 'em, I burn 'em
Then I let 'em out
They never heard of us, but look at me, I'm turnin' up
I slap the shirt off a stupid simpleton to make 'em be impotent
If and when I'm flippin, niggas be feminine
I said the purpose to pick a pen
And reverse the conditions I'm livin' in
And do bigger numbers than Eminem
Gotta be fast so I smash on a nigga
With half the cash I'm a little sicker, quicker than your figure
(Ice cold) I make 'em shiver bigger than the winter
If you half ass delivering I'm a eat your dinner
Better than mine, oh no, not me, I mean other guys
I jump around so do that mean that I'm rubberized?
Me and N9ne master, meaning we murderize
We bleed 'em, beat 'em, till they be gone, feed 'em
[Hook x2 - Krizz Kaliko (Tech N9ne):]
Speedom!
(If you wanna go with us)
Speedom!
(I'm a leave 'em in the dust)
Speedom!
(I must be the one to bust)
Speedom!
(And I'm gonna hit the clutch)
[Bridge x2 - Krizz Kaliko:]
Sometimes, I feel
Like I'll never slow down
Worldwide Choppers
[Eminem:]
Wait! Before I wreck this beat, let me just check to see
If Stephanie Mills left any extra refills of ecstacy pills next to me
In the seats spilled, or did she eat 'em all with a breakfast drink
(You inspect the sink?)
In the habit of grabbin' a mic and babblin', I dabble in lights
But I might just swallow my fuckin' Ritalin tablet after the night
I'm grabbin' it right from the medicine cabinet
Cause that's what it's like and attack it like a Dracula bite
Jetpack in my backpack when I write
All this anger pent I went up inside
A Bennigan's diner with a cigarette lighter
Figured I'd try to set a big enough fire
That'll trigger the sprinkler system
And I'd escape, but the getaway driver screwed up my limo
Collided with the center divider
I went through the window and ended up bein'
Pinned to the side of a semi
Offended beside a friend of the guy's wife
Friend of the flight attendant from Idaho
That took an antenna in the vagina hole
'Cause when I pick up a pen I'm venomous
And I'm as thick as Dennis the Menace
Like an evil dental hygienist, sinister
You've been yelling dementedness
I invented this, I'm the Genesis
Eminem is a nemesis to a feminist
Fuckin' smart alec degenerate
I got Ellen DeGeneres
Tryna tell me these men are just full of jealousy
Envious of female independence
Hell with a clitoris, hit or miss you
Never consider this a bit of disappointment
I'll never fail to deliver this
Whatever the weather in this'll
Be just like a certificate of authenticity
That I'm thinkin' about
Just tryna think of the quickest and sickest way for 'em to picket it
I pick a day to be picked and I'm picking the wickedest shit to say
Spin it back on a level, incredible, head full of red bull, unforgettable
Better believe these beats are edible
I consider loose leaf a vegetable
And I stalk my prey
You think you got away, uh-uh not today
Murder you on a song and then I'll just say
I was with Dr. Dre and Robert Blake
Eatin' lobster, steak and coffee cake
At a restaurant with Drake
And Tech just got to make sure that our stories corroborate
I'm a lot to take like Kanye
Walking up on the stage for Beyonce
Like it's my job to say
That you're not a real artist, but it's my obligation
Honest Abe is on his way, you will not escape
Ammunition, replenish the Punisher
With his gun at your hundred words
And a clip on that which motherfuckers better run
If you're not lookin' to get run over by the roadrunner
No wonder no one don't wanna go
And jump in front of a fuckin' runaway locomotive
Or get thrown up under it just tryna fuck with the...
[Hook]
[Bridge]
[Tech N9ne:]
I'm the fury, the final fight
I flip it on fraudulent fellas for feelin' fright
I flick it on fire, finish him when the flow in flight
Feminine fakers fall, I'm floggin' a foe with a fife
Never forget it, I severed the head of a critic
I sped up and did it, you tripping to be a dead epidemic
Or wet up a clinic, and make a bloody redder percentage
Of an addict who's having to get the lead of a cynic
I was never the Devil, I put up a fight up in the industry
Peddle the metal, we giving the light, a lot of energy
We repping, beat checking he that be Koba
If he's the evil enemy it'll be over
Wanna get down in front of your town
You ever making fun of the clown, I'm gunning you down
We doing it under the ground, a wonderful sound
If anybody come at the hound, don't wanna be found, bitch
Would never be chopping without Slick Rick
I got it from the record, lick the balls and this dick
If you never listen to me, you musical misfit
Nah, cause every time I be dropping I get bit
I'm hearing a lot of rappers, they trying to spit quick
But the Middle West got 'em, and we killing 'em in this bitch
If you ain't in my circle of choppers you missed it
Cause me and my nigga Twista ruler, and that's it
[Hook]
[Bridge]
Give It All lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Audio Push & Krizz Kaliko)
[Hook - Krizz Kaliko:]
I wanna give, give it all
I said, I said, I said, I said
I wanna try to kill everything in my way
Everybody say, hey, ey, ey, ey, ey!
[Verse 1 - Tech N9ne:]
Yep, I'm the one ya heard
Reppin rojo on Jimmy Kimmel had some disturbed
But niggas know that we ruff and rugged so mums the word
Tech N9na face painted look like he come ta purge!
Real scorpio, shoot this thing like a Torpedo
Rock the rip, no remorse we go
Dummy like Mork from Ork, we know
And I say that with the utmost respect
I bust low to death, I must bode the check
It's never enough, no for Tech
So I get sick with it, I make a bitch dig it
Even when I wanna speed it up and I quick-spit it
I get a bit wicked up in a battle
Tryin to bite a buck, I blabber in his fitted
Killin' music get me spiff sitted, I can't piss when it become hard
So I need a chick to hit it when I kick a lyric
And I'm a murder 'til I'm on the yard (Murder)
My verbs are like birds that jerk up and merk the weak twerps
You can't hurt the durka
First to, insert the work inside of the earth
I disperse the curse to reverse ya to the worst of ya venomous
Squirt ya mercer (Ugh)
Trip not, you see I got the advantage in hip hop
Cause rappers sound identical so when N9na's shit drop
I do numbers, I'm the pinnacle so never will it stop
Y'all can't beat me doin' nothing, except for
Stalkin' these thoughts I spew and suckin'
We run this independent game, it ain't no screwin' us
When we runnin' everything except our mouth while they blue and sufferin'
This on the Bible, I kill any life with a script from this rhyme
Music's done divine, this is my rifle
There aren't any like it cause this one is N9ne, is a gift from his mind
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Pricetag:]
Yo, I Got the call from Tech N9ne
He needed assistance from the group with the best rhymes
That spit the heat up off of yo ass and grind
Fuck all of them flex rhymes
I get love in every city I sack in cause I rep mine
Around the world, the girls give me head on tour cause I headline
I gotta get fed, I'm fed up, my homies is doin' fair time
I look at that clock and all I see is "Go get that bread" time
Lost too many soldiers so tears, I gotta shed mine
Turn on the radio, hear yo shit, and oh, it's bedtime
I fall asleep, it all is weak, most y'all shouldn't be called MCs
Bro, ya discography, you ain't sale cause all of ya talk is cheap
Smoke up all the tree, my whip look like it got a fog machine
My crib look like a pharmacy, that's prolly why you wanna haul my team
[Verse 3 - Oktane:]
Livin' facetious, what the hell, why the weed lit
I make change where I see fit
I don't play like I don't see shit
Yeah, one hunnit, one hunnit, keep it that way and it's a poem
And stay away from the hate and keep all yo plays right in motion
Bust it, I'm down after the sun and up before it, better know it
MVP, most valuable poet, been the coldest, kept it focused
Cause you miss every goal you don't shoot for
And every time you cut a corner, you make two more
The rich is in my life, so I don't have to have the things
And listen for the whispers so I don't have to hear the screams
And I go hard for what I want, so it's just colors when I dream
And then you realize, it's not as scary as it seems
Molly's for pussies
[Hook]
[Verse 4 - Tech N9ne:]
Ain't nobody handle me, heated like a candle be
Kissin' dirt, ya man'll be for tryin' to dismantle me
Music is my weapon, true, loud enough to deafen you
Never trip with Tech and crew, be careful who you steppin' to
I remember when I was young and I got scars through
Right in back of the paddy-wagons and cop cars too
Now that I'm flyin' high from a rockstar view
Security level let Allahu Akbar through
I wanna give, give it all
I said, I said, I said, I said
I wanna try to kill everything in my way
Everybody say, hey, ey, ey, ey, ey!
[Verse 1 - Tech N9ne:]
Yep, I'm the one ya heard
Reppin rojo on Jimmy Kimmel had some disturbed
But niggas know that we ruff and rugged so mums the word
Tech N9na face painted look like he come ta purge!
Real scorpio, shoot this thing like a Torpedo
Rock the rip, no remorse we go
Dummy like Mork from Ork, we know
And I say that with the utmost respect
I bust low to death, I must bode the check
It's never enough, no for Tech
So I get sick with it, I make a bitch dig it
Even when I wanna speed it up and I quick-spit it
I get a bit wicked up in a battle
Tryin to bite a buck, I blabber in his fitted
Killin' music get me spiff sitted, I can't piss when it become hard
So I need a chick to hit it when I kick a lyric
And I'm a murder 'til I'm on the yard (Murder)
My verbs are like birds that jerk up and merk the weak twerps
You can't hurt the durka
First to, insert the work inside of the earth
I disperse the curse to reverse ya to the worst of ya venomous
Squirt ya mercer (Ugh)
Trip not, you see I got the advantage in hip hop
Cause rappers sound identical so when N9na's shit drop
I do numbers, I'm the pinnacle so never will it stop
Y'all can't beat me doin' nothing, except for
Stalkin' these thoughts I spew and suckin'
We run this independent game, it ain't no screwin' us
When we runnin' everything except our mouth while they blue and sufferin'
This on the Bible, I kill any life with a script from this rhyme
Music's done divine, this is my rifle
There aren't any like it cause this one is N9ne, is a gift from his mind
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Pricetag:]
Yo, I Got the call from Tech N9ne
He needed assistance from the group with the best rhymes
That spit the heat up off of yo ass and grind
Fuck all of them flex rhymes
I get love in every city I sack in cause I rep mine
Around the world, the girls give me head on tour cause I headline
I gotta get fed, I'm fed up, my homies is doin' fair time
I look at that clock and all I see is "Go get that bread" time
Lost too many soldiers so tears, I gotta shed mine
Turn on the radio, hear yo shit, and oh, it's bedtime
I fall asleep, it all is weak, most y'all shouldn't be called MCs
Bro, ya discography, you ain't sale cause all of ya talk is cheap
Smoke up all the tree, my whip look like it got a fog machine
My crib look like a pharmacy, that's prolly why you wanna haul my team
[Verse 3 - Oktane:]
Livin' facetious, what the hell, why the weed lit
I make change where I see fit
I don't play like I don't see shit
Yeah, one hunnit, one hunnit, keep it that way and it's a poem
And stay away from the hate and keep all yo plays right in motion
Bust it, I'm down after the sun and up before it, better know it
MVP, most valuable poet, been the coldest, kept it focused
Cause you miss every goal you don't shoot for
And every time you cut a corner, you make two more
The rich is in my life, so I don't have to have the things
And listen for the whispers so I don't have to hear the screams
And I go hard for what I want, so it's just colors when I dream
And then you realize, it's not as scary as it seems
Molly's for pussies
[Hook]
[Verse 4 - Tech N9ne:]
Ain't nobody handle me, heated like a candle be
Kissin' dirt, ya man'll be for tryin' to dismantle me
Music is my weapon, true, loud enough to deafen you
Never trip with Tech and crew, be careful who you steppin' to
I remember when I was young and I got scars through
Right in back of the paddy-wagons and cop cars too
Now that I'm flyin' high from a rockstar view
Security level let Allahu Akbar through
Yates lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Marcus Yates)
Ever since my cradle date, on my prenatal state
I was blessed with the gift to disable hate
With fatal takes on the mic is makin' my halo break
And smash every lady workin' at Strange, call them my label-mates
I throw the squad up, them I'ma pour ya broad up
Genital, so plentiful, ya chemical's low but shot up
Wishin' they'd slow the god up
But I ain't trippin' when I rip I'm twitchin'
They think that I be sniffing on Snow Tha Product
Bitch I might be, this a nice key, to get ya hyphy
Dick ya wifey, this for Ike
Slice of sin or source if ya see somethin' slither slightly
Step inside the surface of Strange or simply sight-see
Spit the flow, get the dough, then I hit the ho
Mister irresistible twisted is this kiss the toes
I'ma kick ya nose if one of ya pricks oppose
I'm all he hates, cause I became a landmark like Ollie's Gates
Molly's great, tall estate, y'all debate, nigga, call me Yates
[Hook - Marcus Yates:]
It's no challenge, It's no challenge at all
When you up the ball against the low average
The low average, killin' 'em, Toetag 'em
I'ma let you be great though [x3]
But it ain't no stoppin' a Yates
Lately I've been like fuck rap
What? Did he say "fuck rap"?
Oh no no, Imma write in bold and plus caps
FUCK RAP
Cuz all these tough cats really don't have no nut sack
Trust that 'nuff scratch does back much wackness
Flush that shit
Down with the gowns with the sounds for the clowns
And not in a good way
You can drown underground with the pounds
When they gust that shit
Oh so, low we stojo, hoes and dough negro we flow though
Let the soul glow, mojo niggas
Pillowcase, over the head of the industry
Illustrate, with my mouth and murders my ministry
Seal the fate of my enemy, feel the way of my energy
I heal the hate. Facilitate. Disc jockey's will scrilla make
Then play your records until you break radio
Ain't nothing but real estate
Is still a fake deal of mates who ain't real awake
But them ill is great and ain't no iller ape that can kill a Yates
[Hook]
[Marcus Yates:]
I can keep my hand, while everybody else losin' theirs
No Marcus, I told you, don't start this debate
I'm all arsenal friend, We the medians like, you feedin' me in
Tired of bein' with the intermediate
Faded on bullshit, control the whole medium
I done ran inside my meniscus
I done out-rapped everybody Christmas
So why in the hell would I fail?
If I do, I'm just being Ezale
Front line level, untamed, unchained
After all this shit, I remain on lane, loser
And that's what yo ass get for hittin' that snoozer
My brain is worth the future, and yes, I don't get worked
So my verses hurts when they send me to kill 'em
I'm like Biblin' niggas, keepin' it blacker than power rangers
But why the name Zachary? No leashes, I'm free sucker
No reachin' no knee deep into mine
Like a comprehension of lines
Revisit them when you wanna hear that real wizard dim
Young and timeless, elite science, prominent and flyin'
And beat them beats to meet and greet but I conscience
I was blessed with the gift to disable hate
With fatal takes on the mic is makin' my halo break
And smash every lady workin' at Strange, call them my label-mates
I throw the squad up, them I'ma pour ya broad up
Genital, so plentiful, ya chemical's low but shot up
Wishin' they'd slow the god up
But I ain't trippin' when I rip I'm twitchin'
They think that I be sniffing on Snow Tha Product
Bitch I might be, this a nice key, to get ya hyphy
Dick ya wifey, this for Ike
Slice of sin or source if ya see somethin' slither slightly
Step inside the surface of Strange or simply sight-see
Spit the flow, get the dough, then I hit the ho
Mister irresistible twisted is this kiss the toes
I'ma kick ya nose if one of ya pricks oppose
I'm all he hates, cause I became a landmark like Ollie's Gates
Molly's great, tall estate, y'all debate, nigga, call me Yates
[Hook - Marcus Yates:]
It's no challenge, It's no challenge at all
When you up the ball against the low average
The low average, killin' 'em, Toetag 'em
I'ma let you be great though [x3]
But it ain't no stoppin' a Yates
Lately I've been like fuck rap
What? Did he say "fuck rap"?
Oh no no, Imma write in bold and plus caps
FUCK RAP
Cuz all these tough cats really don't have no nut sack
Trust that 'nuff scratch does back much wackness
Flush that shit
Down with the gowns with the sounds for the clowns
And not in a good way
You can drown underground with the pounds
When they gust that shit
Oh so, low we stojo, hoes and dough negro we flow though
Let the soul glow, mojo niggas
Pillowcase, over the head of the industry
Illustrate, with my mouth and murders my ministry
Seal the fate of my enemy, feel the way of my energy
I heal the hate. Facilitate. Disc jockey's will scrilla make
Then play your records until you break radio
Ain't nothing but real estate
Is still a fake deal of mates who ain't real awake
But them ill is great and ain't no iller ape that can kill a Yates
[Hook]
[Marcus Yates:]
I can keep my hand, while everybody else losin' theirs
No Marcus, I told you, don't start this debate
I'm all arsenal friend, We the medians like, you feedin' me in
Tired of bein' with the intermediate
Faded on bullshit, control the whole medium
I done ran inside my meniscus
I done out-rapped everybody Christmas
So why in the hell would I fail?
If I do, I'm just being Ezale
Front line level, untamed, unchained
After all this shit, I remain on lane, loser
And that's what yo ass get for hittin' that snoozer
My brain is worth the future, and yes, I don't get worked
So my verses hurts when they send me to kill 'em
I'm like Biblin' niggas, keepin' it blacker than power rangers
But why the name Zachary? No leashes, I'm free sucker
No reachin' no knee deep into mine
Like a comprehension of lines
Revisit them when you wanna hear that real wizard dim
Young and timeless, elite science, prominent and flyin'
And beat them beats to meet and greet but I conscience
M.T.M.D. (Skit) lyrics - Tech N9ne
Message to the mentally disturbed:
Don't kill yourself
Or anyone else
Stay here with us
Your time to shine is coming
Trust
Don't kill yourself
Or anyone else
Stay here with us
Your time to shine is coming
Trust
A Certain Comfort lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Kate Ross)
[Bridge - Kate Rose:]
I find a certain comfort in searchin' through the darkness on my quest to find the light
And as I'm digging through the ruins that line these city streets a sense of hope walks with me
[Hook - Kate Rose:]
Still I hold onto this dream of scarless heart and a spiteless mind
No longer shall I try to find a nameless ghost nor provide shelter for my demons
There's so many I smell brimstone
Come in through family, I'm seein' all of the sin shown
Kin grown into enemies that'll be your friends gone
Ain't you very lonely, but a sanctuary when grim's home
Got rules but I dig it, God knows that I'm wicked
Or does it, cause when I tug it, it never shows that I visit
Tell the judge, y'all make me feel like it's hella love
So stand out amazed when I let loose on my beelzebubs
My spirit needs jumper cables, never know love but I want ya label
I'm comfort-able
Nothing lately makes me feel they worthy of trustin'
So I load my gun with the intentions of bustin'
[Hook]
(...to hide
Shelter for my demons ...to hide
Shelter for my demons ...to hide
Shelter for my demons)
I'm cool with the trauma now
Cause it's abundant, ever since I laid my mama down
Some members talked me so bad, 'til my persona found
No mercy, go Earthly, cock and make the llama sound
Cause that's the language they know, deepened anguish they grow
To people without rules, and make you doubt who's
Gonna love you forever cause they gave you some hateful mouth ooze
I was so effin true, but I became the person to shout to
Now that I'm lonely, I don't get no fun like Laos food
And I'm such a meanie, wanna come and see me? Reroute dudes
I'm chillin' in hell in hot water sittin' on my couch fools
So it ain't no problem walkin' through yo hell in ya house shoes
[Bridge]
[Hook]
(...to hide
Shelter for my demons ...to hide
Shelter for my demons
Shelter for my demons)
I'm good where I am in the dark, and darkness alone
I'm comfortable with it
Bring it, if you got it to bring
I find a certain comfort in searchin' through the darkness on my quest to find the light
And as I'm digging through the ruins that line these city streets a sense of hope walks with me
[Hook - Kate Rose:]
Still I hold onto this dream of scarless heart and a spiteless mind
No longer shall I try to find a nameless ghost nor provide shelter for my demons
There's so many I smell brimstone
Come in through family, I'm seein' all of the sin shown
Kin grown into enemies that'll be your friends gone
Ain't you very lonely, but a sanctuary when grim's home
Got rules but I dig it, God knows that I'm wicked
Or does it, cause when I tug it, it never shows that I visit
Tell the judge, y'all make me feel like it's hella love
So stand out amazed when I let loose on my beelzebubs
My spirit needs jumper cables, never know love but I want ya label
I'm comfort-able
Nothing lately makes me feel they worthy of trustin'
So I load my gun with the intentions of bustin'
[Hook]
(...to hide
Shelter for my demons ...to hide
Shelter for my demons ...to hide
Shelter for my demons)
I'm cool with the trauma now
Cause it's abundant, ever since I laid my mama down
Some members talked me so bad, 'til my persona found
No mercy, go Earthly, cock and make the llama sound
Cause that's the language they know, deepened anguish they grow
To people without rules, and make you doubt who's
Gonna love you forever cause they gave you some hateful mouth ooze
I was so effin true, but I became the person to shout to
Now that I'm lonely, I don't get no fun like Laos food
And I'm such a meanie, wanna come and see me? Reroute dudes
I'm chillin' in hell in hot water sittin' on my couch fools
So it ain't no problem walkin' through yo hell in ya house shoes
[Bridge]
[Hook]
(...to hide
Shelter for my demons ...to hide
Shelter for my demons
Shelter for my demons)
I'm good where I am in the dark, and darkness alone
I'm comfortable with it
Bring it, if you got it to bring
Burn It Down lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Ryan Bradley)
(Down) [x4]
Burn it down (Down), down, down, down
(Down) down, down, down, down
Burn it down (Down), down, down, down
(Down) down, down, down, down
[Hook - Ryan Bradley:]
You build me up, you build me up
To watch me fall, It's under dust
Is this the place, I used to love?
Can't take no more, I've had enough
So burn it down, down, down, down
Down, down, down, down
Burn it down, down, down, down
Down, down, down, down
They lift you up and preach you
Then try to pull you down and beat you
They're no longer peaceful
Never knew a buddy would become see-through
Make it up so high, they can't reach you
They just feel the wind beneath you
Camaraderie's a plum oddity, with some modesty
People apology, who lovin' me never a dollar tree wanted
But they wanna demolish me, question mark
When they know I'm blessed at heart
Try to test Tech when I poke at they chest and bark
Givin' my blood, sweat, tears and flesh in art
But they come in my circle and make a mess, then dart
I feel like they wishin' for me to be dissin' so they can be quick and then witness me (falling down)
Gotta know that'll never happen, forever rappin'
So burning it down is the mission
Dismissin' got a brand new condition, I'm (falling down)
Kill 'em in a really clever fashion
[Hook]
Why would a good businessman sign a artist
And he really believes he rhymes the hardest
And spend a lot of money and time just to start it
And you think he don't want you to make it sounds ret--
Uh, Trav ain't the target, I ain't the puppet
If you got negativity boy, you better tuck it
Givin' everything and they trippin', I had enough
It, took me a while for this menace and now, fuck it
Give 'em a record deal, plus the CDs
Take 'em all on tour to give 'em the ups
Put 'em on my record, I do my verse and then I send it to them so I can give 'em the ups
In the long run, they ain't givin' a fuck
Said I ain't takin' care of my day ones
If I wasn't, they wouldn't wait to spray guns
Makin' the people think I'm wrong is way dumb, nigga
Now I'm tired, hearing my empire's (falling down)
But it's really the opposite, and I've got a clear
So many more Os, fake family, fake friends, and foes (falling down)
But Tech N9na's outta hear
[Hook]
It's the reason, me and Trav never had to say "We're sorry" in this business
Cause we believe if you stay righteous, you'll receive all your blessings
Burn it down (Down), down, down, down
(Down) down, down, down, down
Burn it down (Down), down, down, down
(Down) down, down, down, down
[Hook - Ryan Bradley:]
You build me up, you build me up
To watch me fall, It's under dust
Is this the place, I used to love?
Can't take no more, I've had enough
So burn it down, down, down, down
Down, down, down, down
Burn it down, down, down, down
Down, down, down, down
They lift you up and preach you
Then try to pull you down and beat you
They're no longer peaceful
Never knew a buddy would become see-through
Make it up so high, they can't reach you
They just feel the wind beneath you
Camaraderie's a plum oddity, with some modesty
People apology, who lovin' me never a dollar tree wanted
But they wanna demolish me, question mark
When they know I'm blessed at heart
Try to test Tech when I poke at they chest and bark
Givin' my blood, sweat, tears and flesh in art
But they come in my circle and make a mess, then dart
I feel like they wishin' for me to be dissin' so they can be quick and then witness me (falling down)
Gotta know that'll never happen, forever rappin'
So burning it down is the mission
Dismissin' got a brand new condition, I'm (falling down)
Kill 'em in a really clever fashion
[Hook]
Why would a good businessman sign a artist
And he really believes he rhymes the hardest
And spend a lot of money and time just to start it
And you think he don't want you to make it sounds ret--
Uh, Trav ain't the target, I ain't the puppet
If you got negativity boy, you better tuck it
Givin' everything and they trippin', I had enough
It, took me a while for this menace and now, fuck it
Give 'em a record deal, plus the CDs
Take 'em all on tour to give 'em the ups
Put 'em on my record, I do my verse and then I send it to them so I can give 'em the ups
In the long run, they ain't givin' a fuck
Said I ain't takin' care of my day ones
If I wasn't, they wouldn't wait to spray guns
Makin' the people think I'm wrong is way dumb, nigga
Now I'm tired, hearing my empire's (falling down)
But it's really the opposite, and I've got a clear
So many more Os, fake family, fake friends, and foes (falling down)
But Tech N9na's outta hear
[Hook]
It's the reason, me and Trav never had to say "We're sorry" in this business
Cause we believe if you stay righteous, you'll receive all your blessings
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